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I remember sitting in a drafty church hall back in ’94, staring at a row of empty folding chairs while the three of us present made a massive decision about the community garden. We felt productive, but looking back, we… Continue reading

I remember sitting in a drafty community hall back in ’94, staring at a stack of glossy, expensive brochures about “youth engagement strategies” that had cost a local council a small fortune. They were full of jargon about synergistic outreach,… Continue reading

I remember sitting in a drafty church hall in 1994, watching a local residents’ group completely fall apart because they spent six months trying to hold a “formal town hall” to find leaders. They wanted a grand assembly, a fancy… Continue reading

I remember sitting in a drafty church hall back in ’94, watching a perfectly good neighbourhood watch group simply evaporate because the chair decided to move to Devon without so much as a word to the treasurer. There was no… Continue reading

I remember sitting in a drafty church hall back in ’94, watching the chair of the local beautification committee stare blankly at a lukewarm cup of tea. She had spent three years doing the work of five people, and she… Continue reading

I remember sitting in a drafty village hall in 1994, clutching a lukewarm cup of tea and watching two grown adults shout over the exact same three-inch strip of paving stone. It wasn’t just the noise; it was that heavy,… Continue reading

I remember sitting in a drafty community hall back in ’94, watching a well-meaning volunteer hand a thick, glossy folder to the local reporter. It was stuffed with jargon, flowery adjectives, and enough corporate fluff to choke a horse. The… Continue reading

I remember sitting in a drafty village hall back in ’94, clutching a stack of glossy, professionally printed flyers that I’d spent our entire community budget on, only to watch them sit untouched in a damp cardboard box. I had… Continue reading

I remember sitting in a drafty community hall back in ’94, watching a perfectly capable neighborhood group crumble simply because nobody knew where to find the meeting dates. They had a noticeboard, certainly, but it was a chaotic mess of… Continue reading

I remember standing in a drafty church hall back in ’94, staring at a stack of expensive, glossy flyers that we’d spent our entire tiny budget on, only to realize that nobody in the village had actually seen them. We… Continue reading