Between 1966 and 1973 I was member of St Augustine’s Sunday school. This is a summary of personal events which loiter in my memory. I enjoyed my time as a member of the congregation at St Augustine’s. When I saw the opportunity to make a site reflexive response to it as place. It seemed almost too good to be true. And it was. It was the wrong St Augustine’s. I went to St Augustine’s, Cambridge not the one in Hackney.

It triggered a period of ‘true’ reflection, never the less. And to cite the adage by Mark Twain, one should “Never let the truth get in the way of a good story”.  In this linear text piece I discuss certain ‘errors’ that occurred in the relationship of my place within that place. It stands as a curious and dislocated site specific work. For me place, like everything, else resides in the world of ideas. It resides in human perception. And this lives between the world of stuff and the world of interpretation. The work follows a rambling ‘shaggy dog’ style digressive narrative.

'The wrong St Augustine's' was part of  'Friends of interpretable spaces'. At St Augustine's Tower, Hackney, London. It was curated by  Degrees of Freedom collective, London in 2018.

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