The low down on the Reading Boiler Room’s decision to close has been published online.
So I go to bed with fond memories of the great times that I had there, the rufuge that it became during my stint working with the Manchester Boiler (Spring ‘02 - Autumn’03). And then I’ll dwell on the inspiration that all these expressions/reinventions of things monastic have had on my dreams.
But to be completely honest I dream that I am a Brazilian scoring a volley from 30 yards, of laying out on D and throwing a great huck for GB Ultimate, of sitting in the sun on the shores of some volcanic island, and probably all in the same day.
was a brilliant refuge, wasn’t it?
will be interesting to see what springs up.