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Andrew Wood

Writing on the fuzzy edges between fact and fiction

My professional background is in architecture and planning, and I work in the murky world of environmental campaigning. I like to write on the fuzzy edges between fact and fiction, between the city and the wilderness, between harsh reality and absurd nonsense. In an ideal world my writing would be a mixture of Douglas Adams and Haruki Murakami, but you don't need me to point out that this is not an ideal world. I'm also a drummer in several bands you probably won't have heard of, including Waldo Reset, Batman's Treaty, Pisco Sour Hour and occasionally some other ones.

Danger: Zones

Planning does need to be improved, but the Government’s planning reforms announced this week are an attack on local democracy, says a local planner, activist and former architect.

Headless in Deep Time: The Long Story

I've probably spent twice as much time outside during lockdown than I did over the winter that preceded it. Yet I feel like my world has narrowed.

Technology: What is it good for?

"If you think technology is the answer to your problem, you don't understand technology, and you probably haven't understood the problem." (…

Stow-aways: Where has next door gone?

Jed was certain, the house with the battered old sailing boat outside wasn't there. The entire house had vanished. The street had squeezed u…

Exile: In An Untethered Time

It had been unseasonably warm and sunny all week. Daffodils and crocuses dug out their springtime headdresses, café chairs shuffled outside,…

Subvert Break: The Slow Death of the Car

My name is Fabian, and I'm a financial soothsayer. At least that's what I've told these three men here with me. They're staring at me expect…

64 Lanterns: WWI Vigil in Crookes

At school, I learned about the First World War. It was long ago. The battles had strange names and cost countless lives. It was supposed to …

Geocaching: Pay Close Attention

My daughter and I are standing in the Ponderosa Park, staring intently at a bench and tentatively running our hands round the edges of it th…

Smart City: Come Out from Behind Your Screen

The ghost of Roald Dahl has come to dinner. Death hasn’t dulled his appetite for wine. “'Never stop looking at the world with glittering ey…

The ghost of Roald Dahl has come to dinner.

Death hasn’t dulled his appetite for wine. “'Never stop looking at the world with glittering ey

Superhero: Saving the Parallel City

For Now Then’s tenth birthday, I decided to rifle through the various pieces I’ve written over seven of those years, exploring the fringe la…

For Now Then’s tenth birthday, I decided to rifle through the various pieces I’ve written over seven of those years, exploring the fringe la

ShAFF: Adventures in Art

Despite all of human evolution, all our ingenuity, we’re stilled trapped in a perilous position. We live out the solipsistic fantasy of homo…

Despite all of human evolution, all our ingenuity, we’re stilled trapped in a perilous position. We live out the solipsistic fantasy of homo

Reach Homes: Contain Yourself

If there was ever an architectural technique perfectly suited to people of a 'just get on and do it' persuasion, it must be building with sh…

Subtopia: Don't Want for More

I found a wallet in the street with two identities in it. Which is the real one? Why carry both at the same time? Surely that's a schoolboy …

Flâneuse: A City for Women

Ten years ago I created a character for a song – a laddish, coked-up yuppie. He said to his mates, “Have I told you before, guys, that I fou…

Ten years ago I created a character for a song – a laddish, coked-up yuppie. He said to his mates, “Have I told you before, guys, that I fou