Late post ...


I nearly forgot for all kinds of reasons, but primarily because I've only just found out that my fabulous home is slightly less fabulous now. Brighton is no longer a Peace Messenger City.

So what, I hear you say? And you're right. But for those of us who worked in the Conflict Resolution field in the 80s and 90s it was a tiny glimmer of sanity, if not hope, that some cities and municipal authorities were prepared to move into the controversial territory of activism to the extent of receiving this status from the UN. So, for my beloved Brighton, home to more Jedi Knights than any other place on the planet, city of smiles and almost unlimited alternative lifestyle tolerance to turn its back on its twenty years of Peace is - well it's shite, to be blunt.

In other news, Carmel sold a story and a reprint, Kay sold a reprint and Ren sold a flash - whoo hoo and all that. But I'd actually rather have our Peace Messenger status back ...

PS - that's the Peace statue in case you were wondering, with symbolically bloody feet at present. They'll probably tear her down and put up a monument to Tony Blair ...

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