This is an extract from April’s London Snakebasket, to view the full version, click here.
Ah, spring: season of mists and mellow fruitfull… – no, hang on, that’s autumn. Nevertheless, spring is an equally fine season, and just as worthy of poetic celebration.
For us, April really kicks in after Easter. It’ll be something to take your mind off all the money you’ve spent on purple foil and cubic centimetres of air. We present another Creative Salon on Thursday 12th, when we invite you, the public,…












