Cornwall, last summer (2001)
Visited several sites during a magical holiday. Men-An-Tol was second or third that we visited in a compressed area littered with with megalithic structures. I think they had to plant stones because trees are few and far between in Cornwall.
At each site we visited we sacrificed jelly babies. Men-An-Tol was the site of one of our most barbarous executions.... A funeral pyre for a yellow jelly baby! Then we were off, tramping through the gorse to some iron age hill fort and a stone mushroom who's name escapes me just at present.
And the sun was shining.
I've been 'into' Julian Cope and his music since my late teens. I'm not a particularly spiritual person. I find the stones more of an intellectual interest than a calling.
I got my name because I'm a musician.
I recently found out that I fit somewhere under the umbrella of Dyspraxia/Asbergers syndrome/Autism. The music is entirely self-referential - something I do only for myself.
I spend far too much time on the net. Head Heritage is one of my favourite sites, and I've made a lot of friends here.
Other favourites are mainly game sites.
Here are some...
Some non game sites...
this last is a gallery of head heritage people. I hope to move and update it to a different site at some point, and it's lain dormant for many months now.
I'm a loonie leftie!
To be precise I'm a utopian socialist. I understand that what I want is probably unattainable, but it seems better to me that I strive for it than to give up. For more eloquant statement of what I believe than I could come up with myself, I direct you to Robert Tressell's book, "The ragged Trousered Philanthropists", or alternatively, for a modern take, Iain M Banks' "Culture" novels.