As we had set off for the festival a neighbour after being told where we were going remarked “Oh so you’ve become history then!” …. Continue reading Doing Up The Mill (part 4) – and the mystery of the Burnley Wood communes
It all started one evening sometime in the early 1980’s when we entertained ourselves at People In Common by playing a word game with our names. Continue reading Cathie Cross is No More
The result of our tree planting on the field at Altham was to create a very different landscape from the one that was there when we bought it. Continue reading What Do You Do with a Thousand Trees?
…This gave the network an illusive ephemeral appearance – shifting its location around the country, one moment in SW Scotland, a year later in West Wales, next year coming from an address in the Pennines, popping up a couple years later in Buckinghamshire. Continue reading A wonderful anarchic-jumble-sale-of-a-disorganisation
I didn’t completely give up performing after leaving London. More I gave up pursuing clowning as a career path and my skills became more a part of a toolkit for entertaining ourselves at People in Common and for livening up political activism. Continue reading Enjoy spontaneous creative splurges
…one of the things that had attracted me to the group was the chance to sort of try out being a parent; to be allowed to build a relationship with some kids that was more meaningful than just kicking a ball about or reading them a story now and again. Continue reading Your Children are Not Your Children
A DERELICT cornmill will one day be the home of a “good life” workers co-operative. But until then, members of the Burnley group People In Common, are having to endure the hard life converting it into living accommodation. Continue reading Doing Up The Mill (part 3)
The barmaid at the local pub once told me that she ‘knew’ that we “must be in and out of each others beds all the time”. I have a feeling that there were far more sexual shenanigans going on amongst the locals she was serving than were going on at PIC. Continue reading The Price of Free Love
Late one night in early 1980 a number of mysterious road direction signs appeared on lampposts in the centre of Burnley. Continue reading BANANAs to nuclear power
It was a big blow to realise that we wouldn’t get any grant funding to help us renovate the Mill. There was talk of selling it and focussing on the houses in Burnley. But that seemed too much like giving up on a dream. Continue reading Doing Up The Mill (part 2)
