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Iconic prescient eulogy song

I never mentioned much on the passing of Gil Scott-Heron earlier in the week. He was a key artist for me in the eighties, representing a number of essential musics and ideals, he was the Godfather of hip-hop, a jazz … Continue reading

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The joy of Utensils

When I was at the Elms Catering College, Stoke-on-Trent, 1978-80, I was in a cohort of about twenty students who each had to buy a set of chef’s whites and a wrap of knives and implements prior to enrollment. We … Continue reading

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Amazing quite simply amazing

I was at the Essex University campus in Colchester for the last couple of days and was directed to the library specifically to see this device called a Paternoster (in the Catholic Church the Lord’s Prayer, especially in Latin) but … Continue reading

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Human resources

Hands sometimes tell you plenty. I was watching my Mum’s at the weekend as she flicked away at the knitting needles in a comforting rhythm I remembered from being a kid. She was very dexterous; it was a cardigan for … Continue reading

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My favourite new voice

Download new track Earthquake for free here

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Pictorial # 5

These girls were hanging over the bridge post-match waving their Barcelona scarves: ‘We are all anti-Man United supporters today,’ they were saying ahead of some other match and the Manchester City fans more than appreciated the gesture.

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I’ve been meaning to say for quite some while

If you’re ever round this way you can get a bowl of mushy peas for your lunch at Norwich market. With or without mint sauce, plus a hunk of bread for mopping up.

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