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I remember sitting in a drafty village hall back in ’94, watching a lovely community fundraiser slowly sink into a sea of awkward silences and polite, painful coughing. We had the tea, the raffle prizes, and a decent little pot… Continue reading

I remember sitting in a drafty church hall back in ’94, surrounded by half-empty tea mugs and a group of well-meaning volunteers who were all shouting different instructions at once. We had the funding and the passion, but we had… Continue reading

I remember standing in the middle of a rain-soaked community garden launch ten years ago, clutching a heavy, professional camera I’d borrowed from a nephew, feeling utterly useless. I was so worried about the “correct” lighting and aperture settings that… Continue reading

I remember standing in a drafty church hall back in ’94, staring at a beautifully printed, glossy flyer for our neighbourhood clean-up day. It was a work of art, truly, but it was completely useless. The font was a swirling,… Continue reading

I remember sitting in a drafty church hall three years ago, staring at a stack of printed flyers that looked like they’d been through a hedge backwards, wondering why nobody had turned up for our street garden launch. We had… Continue reading

I remember sitting in a drafty parish hall back in ’94, staring at a pile of expensive, glossy flyers that we’d spent our tiny budget on, only to realize not a single soul in the village had actually seen them.… Continue reading

I remember standing in the middle of a community garden cleanup back in ’98, staring at a mountain of single-use plastic bunting and half-empty water bottles that were destined for the landfill before the sun had even set. It’s a… Continue reading

I remember sitting in a drafty church hall back in ’94, staring at a stack of handwritten slips and a shoebox that was supposed to be our treasury. We had the best intentions for the street party, but we were… Continue reading

I remember sitting in a drafty church hall back in ’94, staring at a stack of handwritten slips and a calculator, feeling utterly paralyzed. We were trying to host a simple street fayre to fund the new playground, but everyone… Continue reading

People will tell you that learning how to run a bar requires a massive commercial loan, a designer interior, and a cocktail menu that looks like it belongs in a London hotel. They make it sound like some high-stakes, glamorous… Continue reading