i cut the hedges outside acton town hall on the afternoon before joe strummer played a benefit for the fire brigade union that evening it was one of the final performances before his death just over a month later i've done plenty of things as an artist in my own right and yet i'm oddly proud of that afternoon's work how my labour was connected to an artistic event that was connected to the labour of others when art and labour connect in such a way the labour bestows more meaning onto the art and the art bestows more meaning onto the labour how the great lie of our age is to deemphasise the collective endeavour and the part we all play within it