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my early years were typified by mess and electronics and rice pudding and polish bread and oliver postgate, the man resposible for the clangers, for bagpuss and for a lot of beauty and whimsy amongst the grey bleakness that was ‘childhood’ for so many of us, his world’s weren’t actually that different from ours, even [...]

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not much is changing up front at the moment, all the work’s going on ‘below stairs’ as mother used to say, i’m putting up regular servings of shandy and working hard at getting the shop looking just so.. by the way, it is actually a real shop, and it all works, no credit cards though, [...]

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