Although we’ve always prided ourselves on our paper produce, it’s probably about time we got a bit modern and started doing stuff online, like, you know, everyone else.
The once potentially paper issue 6 – DIY – will now be fully digital, which is nice because it means we can rely on Google, WordPress and your computer for layouts, publishing and distribution. It also means we can amend typos whenever we stumble across them and publish our contributors words, even when there’s more than 300 of them.
So welcome to the future of KB, it’s here, in your eyes, right now.
I went to Glastonbury this year, as a puppeteer. I’ve been before, on and off since 1997, when I was a skinny middle class white girl and didn’t notice that everyone else there was a skinny middle class white girl too.
This year I felt like Matthew McConaughey in Dazed and Confused – ‘I get older, the girls stay the same age.’
Is it contentious to say that men fucked the world up? Is it sexist? What if I said it was overweight middle aged white men in suits from the west, who have systematically fucked the planet from the cosmos down? Is that sizest, sexist, racist, heterophobic? I mean, some of my friends and family are middle aged straight white men, but I think they’d mostly agree….
nce upon a time, in the height of summer, when the Sun baked the ground into unyielding hardness and the people whispered in the dark for water, a Queen sat in her palace war rooms, poring over defence tactics with her husband, The King. Continue reading →
Public Battles, Private Warscame about by accident. I was researching another story idea when I came across an image of a group of women marching down a suburban street. They carried a banner: Barnsley Women Against Pit Closures. Continue reading →