Monthly Archives: October 2010

Swiss Tony

Is a lugubrious individual and as such I’m tipping him to be a star of the documentary film. He wasn’t expecting to see me, but that didn’t stop him from turning on a sixpence to give the customary Stokie salutation … Continue reading

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Stoke-on-Trent, today

What a magical place it is. I’m going to make a documentary movie on 35mm film with people talking and music.

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Old Stokie to the Rescue

Yesterday at Stoke City 1-0 Blackburn (a much better game than any of the match reports will concede, I can’t find one single correspondent who managed to put their pre-conceptions aside and watch the actual game in front of them) … Continue reading

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So it’s Friday Night in 1982

I can’t find anywhere to blog from in the Camden Palais, sorry, it’ll just have to wait. And now a drunken Irishman has just pissed on my winkle pickers dammit and we’re not even in the bogs.

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So, now it’s Thursday night/Friday morning

disastrous night in Seven Sisters Road trying to pull in radical nightclub as recommended by City Limits. Me and Toby only whites there. Long journey back home. Relaxing joint. Put record on. It’s this:

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