A not-so-secret obsession of mine, appropriately following on from yesterday’s post: Complaints Choirs. Check them out. My favourite is Birmingham, always has been.

We’ve started one here in Canterbury — well, made the first forages. I suspect that when it happens, it happens — boom! — and then there’s this poetic collection of things which takes off like a boat into the unknown. Sum of the parts greater than … etc.

There is something regenerative about it. I think.