Hi.

Wel­come to Planet Mut. Estab­lished in 2004, it’s the per­fect out­let for my more sociopathic tend­en­cies. Email me at planetmut@gmail.com.

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OUT Campaign

The Out Campaign: Scarlet Letter of Atheism

Banned Books


Reading


Butterfly

I WAS out the back hav­ing a cig when I spot­ted this battle-scarred but­ter­fly flit­ting around the garden. I usu­ally have the cam­era with me in case there’s some­thing inter­est­ing to pho­to­graph, but of course this time it was inside. So I leg it to my office, grab the T1i, stick the 250mm lens on it and go back out­side. To my amazement the but­ter­fly had settled on a flower instead of bug­ger­ing off, so I took these […]

Snow! Again!

THERE’S noth­ing quite like wak­ing up at 6.30am to see this out of your bed­room win­dow. Snow’s been fall­ing all morn­ing and it’s only just stopped, although it’s melt­ing fast so I can at least go out this after­noon on my last day in Bri­tain. I arrived in snow, I’ll be leav­ing in snow. Maybe next time I fly in we could have a shower of blood or a met­eor […]

Camp 198, Bridgend

I VAGUELY remem­ber design­ing a fea­ture about this Second World War POW camp for the Glam­or­gan Gaz­ette back in the late 90s. After our rain-drenched visit to Cwm Coke Works last week, me and Blunty decided to head Bridgend way to take a look.

Camp 198 is fam­ous for the escape in 1945. About 70 Ger­mans tun­nelled under the peri­meter fence from Hut 9, the only one left, to free­dom before all were caught and returned. Some of the pris­on­ers held there were high-ranking Nazis such as Field Mar­shal Gerd von Rundstedt, who com­manded the 1940 inva­sion of France; Colonel-General Got­thard Hein­rici, who was […]

Just like heaven

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Neath Abbey

WHEN in doubt, head for ruins. I must have passed Neath Abbey loads of times when driv­ing back and forth to Swansea while work­ing at The Shit­ti­est Web Design Com­pany In The World™ in 2000 but never actu­ally bothered to go. One reason for that is undoubtedly the ter­rible road signs - if you’re driv­ing from the Mer­thyr end of the A465 it’s not sign­posted at all, and if you’re com­ing from the Neath end the only sign is right at the exit. So after going about five miles out of my way I got there by going through a depress­ing […]