Just a quick note to let you know that my circumstances haven’t changed. I didn’t buy a tv, so still don’t need a licence.
I am a bit concerned that if you visit my house to check that I don’t need a licence you might be a bit shocked. It’s dusty, with cobwebs ( they hold the house together) and really rather full with books. Somehow, no matter how I try to get rid of them, more arrive, like migrating birds, to settle on my shelves.
Below are books that show something of what I have been doing instead of watching tv, over the last 22 years. You see I began working in the children’s book industry 22 years ago. This involves a good deal of colouring in, some writing, lots of hard work, long days. When I paint I can listen to the radio. When I write, think, I need silence as the word arise from ‘an interrogation of silence’, as George Mackay Brown once said. I am not sure if he had a tv, or a licence. He is dead now, but from what i hear that doesn’t stop you sending out demands to people for licence renewal. You should stop that. I think it can be upsetting for people. ( Obviously not the dead people, for they don’t care, but perhaps for their friends and relations.
Anyway, as I was saying, the shelf below is 22 years of work, books in translation etc. The other shelves are taken at random in my house.
The books are untidy, higgeldy piggeldy, but for the most part I know where each and every one is and some are well thumbed and some pristine. There are two copies of Pirates, because I misplaced one for a while.There are books about words and books about birds, stories, and picture books and books about cats.Some are short stories, some are long, some are by friends, some by people from long ago and far away. And some aren’t even on shelves but lie tumbled over the floor.Some are wedged between a stuffed stoat and another bookcase. Some are very old. Some once had adventurous lives in the hands of other readers, telling their own stories with names and dedications inscribed inside.Some are covered with jacket designs I have made for them, golds and silvers shining. (The pots are by Adam Buick, moon jars, beautiful. He lives close by and makes huge pots, mesmeric films, wonderful work)And below, more, with jackets by me. Spot the David Icke books. They are from way back, before I even lived in Wales.So, as you can see, my house is chaotic and book filled. There are many tripping hazards, including a headless stuffed hare ( well, not strictly headless, but it’s head does come off which some find a little alarming.
Anyway, as i said, no change in circumstances. But I think I will share with you something beautiful, a film, just because I love the irony of showing a film to the BBC, so here is one from Adam. I hope you like it. It is where I go to write. If you watch you can see the weather, the turning of the tide and the world, and much more. In the second clip, you pass through a storm to the turning world and the Northern Lights. And I ask, when I can go out to see the stars, to hunt for moonbows by the light of a full moon, to see the world turn, why would I stay in to watch tv?