It’s dawn on the morning after the night before. Around me, my new flatmates are yet to wake from their first-night Freshers’ slumbers. But I, in my own cosy corner of the vast Endcliffe student accommodation village, am awake and raring to go.
Despite music, dance, and entertainment, this year’s St Luke’s Church summer fair will be remembered for the sun, fun, and smiles, says Andrew Burdett.
Two years on from St Luke’s Church’s inaugural Music Festival, the two-week long event has returned. Tonight, the Festival Orchestra opened the fortnight, playing under John Cotterill’s baton.
Residents of a Maidenhead housing estate were baffled this morning, when they woke to the sound of piano music wafting across their common green. In fact, it was just me, banging away at a 1979 Knight upright. As you do.
These last 24 hours have been butcherous, thrilling, and entirely unpredictable — the complete opposite of how things felt this time yesterday. What a difference a day makes.
Last Saturday I went and made a film, which would deliver the good news about my (practical) driving test. The idea had been to create a kind of ‘sequel’ to my ‘First Ever Driving Lesson’ video – which, bizarrely,...
Making a welcome return after a couple of years amiss, the latest January social evening at St Luke’s took the form of a ceilidh. Andrew Burdett put on his dancing shoes.
Somehow, tucking into extra helpings of turkey at the Christmas dinner table seems forgivable because, by noon the next day, I’ll have walked off the excess with the church Boxing Day ramble. In theory.