Socialist ’til I die

Lately and increasingly I have resumed writing in long hand when something really matters to me, when something needs working out. The slowness of it, the active thinking, from my heart directly down my left arm to the tip of my pen. I’m writing in long hand now, sat on the wall of Sefton Park, […]

It’s a Big Issue: Election Special

Confession time: I don’t often buy The Big Issue. I used to. Early days I would even write for it, the occasional column plus regular art and food reviews. I was a Director of a housing association at the time and when the Big Issue in the North had to set up in Liverpool and Manchester […]

On knowing the price of everything and the value of nothing

  Thoughts from 2015. Who knows where these sayings come from? Anyway, Sarah and I are getting on with our now twenty years long and rising conversation about life and the living of it, when I come out with more or less the title of this piece. “The trouble is, they seem to know the price […]

Radicalised? Me too.

Some thoughts on why ‘being radicalised’ is not necessarily a bad thing. Though what happens before or afterwards may very well be. I had a very conservative religious upbringing and attended single faith primary and secondary schools. In my secondary school I was given special instructions, along with a small group of other boys, in […]

On humility, democracy and talking to each other

During my walking around Liverpool as the year has turned I’ve been thinking a bit about what and how I write on here – and about the coming up  GeneralElection. Here are a few of my thoughts. First, about shouting and being opinionated. This instant publishing on social media can easily lead to positions of self professed […]

A sense of place? Thinking about home

It was an instinctive reaction to a post on Twitter. A photograph of somewhere else that made me think about Liverpool. A sequence of posts in Italian had finally arrived in Liverpool translated as: “Naples is magical – a capital city without a country.” “I know how that feels’ was my immediate and instinctive response. […]