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only a week to go... Weird Tales for Winter represents a labour of love for a great many people, all of whom have given their time, imagination and visions entirely for free, simply for the purposes of your entertainment (and whatever darker intentions they may specifically harbour). And for my own sins, the concept comes from a collision of a myriad of pathways (childhood reminiscences, sonic fictions, the spirit of rave) of which I will say more during the forthcoming week. There is a twitter feed where words from the weird are sporadically appearing. Guided by the spirit of Peter Cushing, we have uncovered a co-operative junkshop on facebook where you can join and add to the mountainous scraps of weird ephemera that a band of ragged mediums have been collating- please join these brave archaeologists (and you may well find a few of our artists lurking there as well). All your fine work will appear in the grimoire on the main site which will be opening on Monday 25th January at 23.30 precisely, just before the gentlemanly Moon Wiring Club invoke the genius spirit of the incomparable Nigel Kneale. Various parts of the winter portal will become active over the following hours but I urge you all to go and share in the eerie sonic reminiscences of exotic pylon's favourate cultural revenant channeller, Mr Joseph Stannard. Until tomorrow listeners, your devoted jonny mugwump
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