If you had asked me in the past what our decision making process was at People in Common I would have said we used consensus, or more correctly I would now say we used the unanimity form of consensus process that was prevelant at the time. Continue reading So how did we decide that
At PIC when I arrived the only music that was going on was that Barbara was learning to play Scott Joplin’s The Entertainer on an old upright piano she had jammed into her to tiny downstairs front room bedroom Continue reading Singing for our lives
So we set up Altham Workers Co-op and set off on something of an adventure in running our own business. There was definitely an element of making it up as we went along. Continue reading “No toilet and what if I got pregnant ?”
A year or so before I joined People in Common had bought a derelict cornmill with a three and half acre field on the banks of the River Calder some five miles from the houses in Burnley. Continue reading Mill owners out on a stroll
In between squatting in London and joining People In Common I moved back to Leicester for a while and devised a one man puppet and clowning show entitled ‘This little piggy stayed at home’. Continue reading This little piggy stayed at home
I spent the summer after leaving the Hampstead Lane squat in London earning enough money working in a bakery to buy a motorbike Continue reading I had meant to do a tour of communes
At the short-life licensed squat on Camden Park Road we somehow seemed to collect people… We clearly needed a bigger house. Continue reading Not dirty hippie squatters at all
(This is the personal story of how I got into communal living – and what happened when I did. ) I Continue reading Get a big house and share it
One reason I like visiting other intentional communities is that it often gives me a different perspective on my home community. More often than not one I was unlikely to get whilst living in the thick of it. The new insight can come Continue reading Suffering from Founder Member Syndrome
As we drive toward Tamera the roads get narrower and less well maintained, finally turning into a dirt track. It starts to feel like we are a long way from anywhere, but that could just be the low population of Continue reading Tamera Trip (Part 2)
