Monthly Archives: January 2011

We are all Wolfsburgians now

So. Farewell then Tuncay Şanlı Loved by the fans But not by TFP.

Posted in And She Laughed No More, She Stood There Laughing | Tagged , , , | 20 Comments

The memories of others

The exchanges with sister Diane below show how partial memory is; there was once a Labrador in our family, which I do remember, but I don’t remember its sex, nor that it had a litter (of one, apparently) nor do … Continue reading

Posted in Nothing You Can Do, Duck | Tagged , , | 5 Comments

Superstar, the truth

I’ve seen it put about recently that the Sonic Youth version of the Carpenters’ song, Superstar, exceeds the original in beauty, poetry and greatness. This was only on blogs and twitter feeds and stuff, so did not matter, but then … Continue reading

Posted in From Working-Class Hero to Absolute Disgrace (A Memoir | Tagged , , , | 4 Comments

In my office on a Friday night

Being what my dear friend Old Stokie likes to refer to as an Arty Farty w***ker, I sometimes have a day when I am effectively entirely unproductive. Today was one such. But then I poured myself a G&T (Bombay Sapphire … Continue reading

Posted in From Working-Class Hero to Absolute Disgrace (A Memoir | Tagged , | 5 Comments

Humble apologies/when a sister puts you straight

My post below appears to be full of wild inaccuracies. The true version of events as per Diane’s ‘comment’ – We did indeed do a flit to the Isle of Man, and we left early one morning … I remember … Continue reading

Posted in Nothing You Can Do, Duck | Tagged , , , , | 24 Comments

When we were Manx

After her divorce from our father Mum took us to live in the Isle of Man for a year and a half. We cleared Stoke-on-Trent in a midnight runner and journeyed over on the Isle of Man Steam Packet ferry. … Continue reading

Posted in Nothing You Can Do, Duck | Tagged , | 16 Comments

Obscure Object of Desire

I’ve always hankered after one of these. Once, years ago, I went to buy one out of the small ads in the Norwich Gazette but, green and wet behind the ears as I was, I instinctively felt that a used … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , | 4 Comments

I have nothing to say

But I still wish to light up the calendar; Ollie and Perkins from the old days, doing stuff:

Posted in Along Came Dylan, Fetching Dylan, Walking Ollie | Tagged , , , , | 9 Comments

Nearly Baltimore

I heard this drifting out of some retail outlet on Liverpool Street station today.

Posted in Strides | Tagged , | 3 Comments

How the poor stay poor

So I was in a parade of shops in a tatty quarter of Norwich, which, Norwich being Norwich, nevertheless has a quality butcher in it. I had no cash for the sausages I was intending to buy. I walked along … Continue reading

Posted in From Working-Class Hero to Absolute Disgrace (A Memoir | Tagged , , , , , | 8 Comments