A tribute to the marvel that is the SHH. For the last year it has been such an amazing part of my life. There has been silliness, warmth, inspiration and creativity. As well as being a fun thing to listen to, contribute to and enjoy, it has been a conduit for many creative people to interact and a catalyst for friendships, love affairs and artistic endeavours.
The spirit of the SHH will not die when it comes to an end, it will live on in the many things that it has inspired and facilitated. It may have been short lived, but it is best to have burned brightly, with brilliance, than to have been mediocre, with longevity.
I hope you enjoy this tribute. I've borrowed some images from friends and from the SHH group, I hope you're happy with how I used them and I thank you for them. I should also thank Stanley Kubrick for the inspiration. It, to reflect the best things about the SHH, is intended to be a bombastic assault on the senses; a maelstrom of occasionally disparate - though hopefully entertaining - images, words and ideas.
It features, as do all my best works, a cameo by Horatio Pyewackett Caractacus Fearns. I apologise for the slight self-indulgence.