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Half a century ago, Belgian Zoologist Bernard Heuvelmans first codified cryptozoology in his book On the Track of Unknown Animals.

The Centre for Fortean Zoology (CFZ) are still on the track, and have been since 1992. But as if chasing unknown animals wasn't enough, we are involved in education, conservation, and good old-fashioned natural history! We already have three journals, the largest cryptozoological publishing house in the world, CFZtv, and the largest cryptozoological conference in the English-speaking world, but in January 2009 someone suggested that we started a daily online magazine! The CFZ bloggo is a collaborative effort by a coalition of members, friends, and supporters of the CFZ, and covers all the subjects with which we deal, with a smattering of music, high strangeness and surreal humour to make up the mix.

It is edited by CFZ Director Jon Downes, and subbed by the lovely Lizzy Bitakara'mire (formerly Clancy), scourge of improper syntax. The daily newsblog is edited by Corinna Downes, head administratrix of the CFZ, and the indexing is done by Lee Canty and Kathy Imbriani. There is regular news from the CFZ Mystery Cat study group, and regular fortean bird news from 'The Watcher of the Skies'. Regular bloggers include Dr Karl Shuker, Dale Drinnon, Richard Muirhead and Richard Freeman.The CFZ bloggo is updated daily, and there's nothing quite like it anywhere else. Come and join us...

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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

DO I OWE HIM A MEMORY (OF COURSE I DO, OF COURSE I DO)

During my recent bout of enforced idleness I have been in bed reading The Rest is Propoganda, the absolutely excellent autobiography by Steve Ignorant of Crass; a musical ensemble of whom I am rather fond. As I have written elsewhere, Crass were pivotal in my life, and indeed I based much of the philosophy of what would become the CFZ upon what they themselves did. I would recommend Igs's book to anyone, but one particular passage brought a lump to my throat.

Why?

Well, Steve, you got it slightly wrong. It wasn't a day centre it was Botchill, a residential hostel attatched to Langdon Hospital. And how do I know this? Because the bloke in the penultimate chapter of page 196 was me. I had completely forgotten the kindness of the drummer from Dirt but Steve's writings brought it all back.

Thanks mate!
And if any of you have ever wondered why the world's largest cryptozoological research organisation is run by a gaggle of middle-aged weirdoes living in a tumbledown old house in the arse-end of nowhere? Well it's mostly HIS fault....

2 comments:

Richard Muirhead said...

Big A little A bouncing B...:)

Geordie-dave said...

You live in a house at the arse end of nowhere? It could be worse deer boy, you could be......(cue the music) Sheep Farming In The Falklands!