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Category: Lydia Crow

Previously, On #EdFringe

Posted on August 15, 2016July 13, 2020 by ShiverWriggle

By: Lydia Crow   Wrestling with Vikings and picnics on trains; Whisky with strangers and ukulele refrains; Magic shows, Spiegeltents, comedy mime; Dirty Dick’s, disco naps, losing track of the time; Jazz, late-night burgers and a Space Hopper war; Festival Frolics and a jam-packed dancefloor; The Beautiful People with the dirtiest looks; Charlotte Square Gardens…

A Not So Vague Interview

Posted on September 17, 2013July 13, 2020 by ShiverWriggle

By: Lydia Crow   “At the right moment in time, at the point where I had finally secured a moderately average salary, in a city I loved which was filled with friends, and a freedom I had not felt for many a year, I decided to throw everything into chaos.” – Alexander Michael Crow  …

Dear Lydia (Letter from Nigel Downs, General Manager, O2 Academy Brixton)

Posted on March 24, 2013July 13, 2020 by ShiverWriggle

By: Lydia Crow ShiverWrigglers may recall Lydia Crow’s letter of complaint to the O2 Academy, Brixton in early December 2012. You can read it online here. Well, Nigel Downs, General Manager at the O2 Academy Brixton, has replied. Here is his response in full:   Dear Lydia, I can only apologise for not replying to…

Dear O2 Academy (Sadly, A Letter of Complaint)

Posted on December 5, 2012July 13, 2020 by ShiverWriggle

By: Lydia Crow   Dear O2 Academy, Firstly, I would like to congratulate you on the well-organised and fabulous evening which was the Ben Folds Five gig last night. The organisation at the door was smooth, the venue amazing and the music outstanding. Sadly, however, I must confess there was something which jarred slightly about…

Leave it there

Posted on March 19, 2012November 2, 2023 by ShiverWriggle

By: Lydia Crow Leave it there, my love, Lest you disturb far more Than dust and bones And corpses of flies Who withered in the attic there During long, hot summers When the room’s dead air Was still and thick, Yet safe. Leave it there, my love, Lest you lie in bed Awake at night…

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