NOTES from the UNDERGROUND

One hot Mid-August evening in Cardiff city centre down one of the alleys around Cardiff Museum, close to the student areas. Me and Andy ‘Shrew’ pasting up art work and posters. We’d chosen a spot that could be seen from the busy road and had good footfall in the morning from both workers and students. Both laughing and joking until from the far end of the skinny alleyway the blue lights flashed. Luckily it was a riot van so we had time. The poster I was just slopping the last

When I was a kid me and my brother cornered a snake with our bare hands in Kenya, stupid thing to do, but back in Wales my mum had always encouraged us to be close with nature and we’d go collecting tadpoles, frogs, newts and the best thing to catch was slow worms or grass snakes. But here we were in the hot, humid acacia woodland of the Maasai Mara, it was completely dark the only lighting was spotlights lighting walk ways. My mum had spotted a frog catching moths attracted