11 Nov 2019 | Radical Stroud

Prehistory and Wormholes of Time

As the traffic rumbles past on Cotswold roads, It’s hard to hear the chip of stone on flint, Or the croak of corvids with their blood-drip beaks, Or the breaking of the bones of a skeleton, Or smell the rotting flesh on the capstone, Or taste the ...

04 Sep 2019 | Radical Stroud

Being John Thelwall

I first opened the pages of EP Thompson’s Making of the English Working Class On my 21st birthday in 1972: It seemed to sit quite easily along With the glass bottomed pewter tankard - A traditional 21st father-son present back then: Key of the do...

05 Mar 2019 | Radical Stroud

Oakridge Walk February 23rd 2019

‘When vapours rolling down a valley Made a lonely scene more lonesome’, Wrote Wordsworth in The Prelude – Well, we weren’t lonely, a group of ten Walking through early morning mists and fog, Discussing enclosure of Oakridge common land, A death-t...

29 Sep 2018 | Radical Stroud

No Barriers

No Barriers: In the Wake A Game of Two Halves First Half So much of our language and discourse, So many of our idioms and metaphors, Have their provenance in our imperial past, A maritime, sea faring history (Slavery and buccaneers too), The li...

06 Sep 2018 | Radical Stroud

For the Love of a Chartist

PRESS RELEASE FOR THE LOVE OF A CHARTIST STROUD THEATRE FESTIVAL Chartism was a working class movement of the 1830s and 40s that wanted to establish democracy in the country, at a time when only the aristocracy and middle class men had the vote. It...

28 Oct 2017 | Radical Stroud

Harvest Festivals and Changing Times

Times change don’t they? “Are there no prisons?” “Are there no workhouses?” Asked Mr. Scrooge back in the decade Known as ‘The Hungry Forties”, When asked to assist with charity, A charity that was mostly Christian rather than secular. Times cha...

03 Sep 2017 | Radical Stroud

Stroud Fringe Walk: Place, Space and Time

Beneath the pavement, the beach! For here we have a line of houses called Streamside, And up there, beyond the Fountain pub, Lies Springfield Road and a plethora Of constant, subterranean springs, Springs! The genius loci of Stroud … We walked down La...