Time Off in an Unusual Time

I stopped working last Friday afternoon so I could have some time off before the summer ends. Work in my case being the PhD I began last October, following the year’s worth of MA I’d just completed at the University of Liverpool. And none of which I’d have considered to be work at all for […]

I’m Not Reading Enough: A Confession

I’m not reading enough. Early on a Friday evening I’m sat here at home in the room where I mostly write these blog posts, writing happily. Joni Mitchell’s singing over in the corner. I’d call it ‘in the background’ except it isn’t. Joni’s singing good and loud: ‘The guy at the gas pumps he’s got […]

Happiness

It’s the greatest thing that we possess, you know? But what does it look like and feel like? Well here goes. For my screen saver at the moment I’m using all the photographs of Granby that Nick Hedges took for Shelter around 1969. Because they’re some of the best photographs I’ve ever seen and because day […]

In Aigburth: Liverpool’s Magdalene Laundry?

  “I lived in that grim old House of Providence for five years and my mother worked in the laundry. I was able to obtain information from Nugent care only to find some of the details were incorrect. Children had to leave at the age of 5. I wasn’t adopted so we had to leave […]

Behold: The Pen Factory

I’ve been to the same place for my lunch these last two days. This hardly ever happens, unless I’m eating at home. You know, in our own place. That looks exactly the way we want it to and is full of the food we’ve selected or made. So it has to be somewhere else good to get […]

The comfort of melancholy

Listening to Paul Buchanan “There’s comfort in melancholy When there’s no need to explain It’s just as natural as the weather In this moody sky today” Beautiful lyrics from a beautiful song. And nothing to do with Paul Buchanan, the subject of today’s piece. These words are from ‘Héjira’ by Joni Mitchell and occurred to […]