Antidote Live
25 January 2012 // An Antidote To Indifference //Arcadia //Events
Last night, at Hampstead’s finest watering hole The Stag, Andrews of Arcadia put together an evening’s entertainment in support of the latest issue of An Antidote to Indifference. It was fantastic – a packed house on one of the most miserable days of the year.
Letter From Arcadia
top brass in wetwood being the first letter from the camembert, written on solar powered quink: ja as i write, things fall from trees in the new equinox. yellow morning leaves on the yurt roof, the thud of acorns on corrugated iron; pigeons felled by hunter’s popguns, conkers crushed on the lanes, the first wormy [...]
Letter From Arcadia
We began publishing the correspondence between Dexter Petley and John Andrews back in May 2007 making Letter From Arcadia the longest running feature on Caught by the River. It’s made for a fascinating archive and you can go back to the very beginning by clicking HERE.
Andrews of Arcadia at Port Eliot Festival
9 July 2011 // Arcadia //Port Eliot festival
Andrews of Arcadia Scrapbook 2011 programme now available to download from the festival website.
Letter From Arcadia
New Angleterre and the Field of Honnor. ja french arcadia is lifting its antimacassars. apologies for the months without word or picture. whilst you were drinking winter tea at the dog track sunrise in efgeeco city, i was detained in my own labour camp, serving time on piece-work, funding the war on want. now time [...]
Letter From Arcadia
Fen Pike. dp whilst you have been burning tyres to keep warm and to keep on rocking in the chub free world i have been struggling to get back from the county of norfolk. having returned from salt park to arcadia N6 in the late summer i realise now that i left something on the [...]
Andrews of Arcadia Scrapbook
Things lost and found, gathered up whilst searching for vintage fishing tackle for the soul. John Andrews has opened up his scrapbook. Find it here.
Letter From Arcadia
I Was A Teenage Chub-Rocker ja whilst your fishing trips haunt the back-roads of old england, mine seem to take the brash- roads of new france. is this because gravel pits have no history? your coastlines and rivers ebb and flow by coaching inns, horse-troughs and a host of local ales in old brown bottles. [...]
Letter From Arcadia
Salt Park dp thanks for your pj o’rourke style reprise, your notes from hell’s french vacation. whilst you were having your high summer week of forties and fortitude, of boilies and being boiled, we were up in north norfolk searching the salt marsh creeks for bass and being swallowed up by big skies. the days [...]
Letter From Arcadia
Last Of The Summer Fridays ja thanks for the holiday snaps. those slippery mackerel, glossy pimps who get away with it. surf mods, tide greasers, the spod bucket’s too good for ‘em. you’ll be back with the pike soon, wiping mackeral gizzard off your swiss blade on frozen grass. but while you were fighting on [...]
