Snow etiquette
Yesterday afternoon I crossed the street where I live to meet some friends for Sunday lunch. Across the street is as far as I was prepared to go, because the […]
Tag Archives: Fleetwood
Knickers
Before I moved to London, before I started to work in magazines, I was a youth worker. As a youth worker, I wasn’t paid very much, but learnt to be […]
Foy Vance at Union Chapel
It’s been a while since I’ve seen old Foy. I used to trail him round when I lived back in Fleetwood, and go and see him whenever he was playing […]
A city garden
I love my flat, but if there’s one thing it lacks, it’s a garden. I’m not the world’s most conscientious gardener. When I had a front and back yard filled […]
Are dreams significant?
Every day I lived with Mission Control, in the morning she would start a conversation beginning ‘Last night I had this really weird dream…’ I’ve never known anyone else who […]
One road in, one road out
I am a Fleetwood fan And I am from Fleetwood Town And I… Wanna be… Cod Army (sung to the tune of Anarchy in the UK) I’m not the woman […]
Why I can’t walk in snow
When you’re a northern girl in a southern city and the weather turns cold, you are expected to lead the way in a) general hardiness and b) ability to cope […]
Sky rockets in flight
Remember, remember the fifth of November Gunpowder treason and plot I see no reason Why gunpowder, treason, Should ever be forgot. The ambient temperature today is a balmy (for November) […]
Hanging by a thread
My personal election night/day highlights so far: MP Nicola Blackwood who fulfilled her promise to sing if she won the seat in Oxford West. Peter Robinson’s defeat by the Alliance […]
The Fit Man on the Bus
London is busy. Really busy. And full of people. I catch the same bus around the same time every day and I barely recognise anyone who travels with me. This […]
