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, […]

In Crisis, 1974

A rainy Saturday just after New Year and Sarah and I make our first visit of the year to our best present from 2013, the still new Liverpool Central Library. Books soon chosen me and my camera get down to the serious business of ransacking the Library’s TV Times archive for this time, forty years […]