Monthly Archives: May 2010

For any dedicated readers perplexed by Mr Crowys unexplained disappearance, as evidenced by the absence of an entry – a post, Madam! – these past three days, the following facts may be pertinent: viz. – Saturday noon, Mr Crowys was … Continue reading →

Well, our post-office box has been fair brimming with messages of support for our work at Crossbones. The reason? Last night appearance on the flicker-box  of BBC2 History Cold Case featuring the gothically titled ‘Crossbones Girl’. The programme unearthed a … Continue reading →

To Mistress Louisa’s Electric coffee house, where Mrs Crowys and I did pass a most pleasant hour conversing with her good self – and with the potters and hatters, the rich panoply of creative human life presenting in and around … Continue reading →

Thanks to God I got to bed in my own poor garret, and slept well till a quarter to ten this morning. I awoke to the husky authoritative tones of Dr Neil McGregor conducting us through the ritual significance of the … Continue reading →

So where were they, Mr and Mrs Crowys? When their friends raised their tents, unfurled their banners and stood their ground in their temporary autonomous Democracy Village? When a hundred causes flowered there in Westminster’s Tianamen Square? When Boris gave … Continue reading →

The story so far. Dr “Evil” Ventor has been engaged by shadowy puppet-masters to splice the genetic codes of two British politicians to produce the hideous self-replicating mutant CLAM. Meanwhile… Mr Jonathan Samuel Crowys and his unnamed wife, wandering spirits, … Continue reading →

23 being the Day, Mrs Crowys and myself put ourselves at the disposal of Mr Constable and his good wife Katharine, our kind hosts. In truth, we are all, like our exemplar John Crow, in the service of The Goose. … Continue reading →

This Saturday afternoon Mrs Crowys and myself were inclined to “chill”, as people of our advancing counter-cultural credentials are wont to do. And where better than Mistress Louisa’s Electric Cafe? Conveniently situated on the Pullens Estate, with its yards of … Continue reading →

Without boundaries there is nothing to dissolve. Sunset over south London. Yes, upon this Day of days, when the future of humanity itself hangs by a thread, Mr Crowys is turning his peculiar gift to the native south London art … Continue reading →

The Tenth Day and still the Grand Coalition holds firm. Today Mr Clam unveiled the terms of the Great Treaty. Having voted Lib Dem – partly to keep out the Cons – I might be expected to be in sackcloth … Continue reading →