Hils, Rebecca, a returning Rosie and myself jogged over to Cody Dock last night. We discussed the "first piece of music we bought": NOW 28, Spice Girls (Wannabe), Taylor Swift and Living La Vida Loca. It was a different time, man, the energy was real, dude. But seriously, I loved that Sony Walkman.

We nipped down the canal into a brisk wind, discussing country music politics, the new behaviours of music consumption and Rebecca's classy half marathon debut. Basia was on imperious form at location, mocking me without hesitation. She showed us to our task, which I sold as the new adrenaline sport of our time, flyering. Fortunately, it was moving a massive load of sand bags about thirty feet. Then tearing them open and spreading them out for a soundscape, part of an exhibition, darling. Some might call it an immersive experience, others might call it an experience you immerse yourself into, but make no doubt, there's immersion going on.

Was wrapped up inside an hour and then we dance back off into night, just your average mobile art installation team. Thanks for a lovely eve.

Just getting some listings sorted for the weeks ahead, looks like Get Out next week, then the Adventure Playground the week after.

Before I leave, Hils - we wish you a powerful 26.2 mile celebration of movement this weekend. Do your thing, we believe.

Till next week,

B

Dank evening with the squad to see out February. Discussions spiralled on the RWQ; which was basically "what's good on the telly?" Hoof trimming seemed to crop up again, along with a jury show/come social experiment, Netflix dramas, Happy Valley (yes Sharon!) and some lad that turned Jeff Bezos into a rowing boat(which is obviously this week's winner).

Down the Greenway we went with sewage gases caressing our nasal passages along route. We spent our power-hour sowing seeds and making another wildflower meadow. Under the cover of night vision wasn't optimal, but we did a rather good job on the meadow front. Filled the whole thing. Abbey Gardens aristocracy did a spiffingly good job too, in the warmth of their palace, sowing various seeds for the months to come and discussing the racket from riff-raff outside digging. On a serious note, can't wait to get in here come April, bring on the evening light.

Hope you guys had a good drink post-graft, see you next week. We've got fences to move at the allotments next to Plaistow Primary, sign up here to continue being a community hero.

Till then,

ps. Title pun for the gardeners!

B

Cold air back, but with it some healthy numbers for a trot down The Lea. Cat and Georgina blessing us with a cameo after a long stretch away, great to have the duo back. Rosie returning post-lurgy plus Brad and Paul getting stuck in after a while.

We discussed "guity tv pleasures", there's an array of nonsense that we just can't turn off: Gladiators, The Bachelor, Bad Architecture, Scrap heap challenge, First Dates, Selling Sunset and this weeks winner, moo-ve over everyone else, Georgina's youtube habit of watching cows get their hooves trimmed. You can't script this stuff.

The exhibition hall at Cody Dock looked like it had been developed a bit more since our last visit, the greenhouse I think just sprouted over night. Which isn't not normal for Cody Dock. One group swept, whilst another team made some chairs... and eventually all ten of us were on seat construction. Thirty chairs made and trillions of dust particles tidied, solid work that.

For those going to Cody Dock for Friday shin dig, send pics and have a cracker. See you next week for an overdue reunion at Hackney Adventure Playground, it's only been four years. I'll set up the listing now.

Till then,

B