Walking and Writing: Sociology During a Pandemic

When all these benches were constructed, deep in the Christmas dark, I wondered who might come and sit on them, here at the University outside the Eleanor Rathbone Building? Especially with Abercromby Square and its Cathedral view so close by. Well I’m the answer and virus-closed Abercromby Square is the reason. The view here’s not […]

To Granby: On a Utopian Morning

This was a utopian morningPast the housing place I worked in all that time ago,Walking with my university friends,Strikers all.Across where the M62 didn’t arrive in LiverpoolYet blighted what it didn’t touch.Daffodils in the shiny winter rainLighting up the reciting of the ancient words of Shelter,Words like trouble and disaster.But this was not disaster, not […]

Eleanor’s House

Over the last couple of years I’ve been watching Eleanor’s House. Taking photographs occasionally as I’ve passed, on my way to Sarah’s allotment on Greenbank Lane or just out, walking in Liverpool. The house means a lot to me as it’s where my political and social inspiration, Eleanor Rathbone, used to live. But the house […]

Farewell Eleanor

A post mainly of interest to anyone who’s ever been one of the humans connected to the Eleanor Rathbone Building at the University of Liverpool over the past fifty years or so. Probably quite a lot of us then? Also, a suggestion for what the new building most of us are moving into might be […]

Walking Through Time

Each morning, early, I would leave the place where I was staying and walk through time, all day. All of the days of the late summertime coming into autumn. I had work to do and the work got done, writing work that required so much walking, thinking and asking for help. “What was this like […]

Writing Down The Bones

I’m planning somewhere quiet to go and do writing. Somewhere to go and pull lots of thoughts, reading and theories together, but also to have some ideas I haven’t had yet. I have plenty of time but also a limited time to write what I’m going to. And in thinking about writing I’ve remembered Natalie […]