In Blackpool: On The Left Coast

It doesn’t look like that early on this March afternoon as I arrive in Blackpool. But it’s still so very Blackpool though. Even on a damp Tuesday afternoon. Full of the memories of coming here all my life. Early days on the X61 Ribble Bus, before the 1965 blue Cortina arrived to bring us all […]

A year to live: A quietening down of the rage to succeed

Thinking more about my ‘A year to live’ post. And a story from my friend Sarah Jones. A response to the post  from Robert Day got me thinking when, after telling his story of leaving the wrong job behind and how it was going he’d said: “So: I take from your post something that I’ve […]