I wrote this in the early summer after reading a piece about ‘The Great British Car Journey’ – a heritage centre which...
Persistence of memory Fragments
Marking time
It’s been a spectacularly bad fortnight. So here’s a story about some records and what they mean. Because music holds...
What remains – ghosts 1
I’ve built up a bow wave of subjectivity over the years about ghosts. I grew up in a lapsed-methodist household, my...
On Utah Beach
We'd just been away. It didn't take me very long to remember that I'm not very good at holidays. The vacancy of it all...
Dear Dad…
I've resisted the urge to paint this incomplete picture for a while. I started writing this some months ago, it would...
It’s beginning to and back again
We went to London. We do this journey quite often, from here, the east it is a fairly routine trip, a day out; one of...
Collapsing new buildings: Sheffield
I used to go to Sheffield a fair bit, less so now as one of the reasons we went as often as we did was one of my...
Approaching Nirvana
Heroes are strange beasts, as is memory. Nirvana never were particularly the former for me, but are very much part of...
Vanishing Point: Rosebeke
A strange day. I've been working very loosely on an ongoing project called 'Vanishing Points' for a while. I'm a bit...
What’s THIS for…! Killing Joke in Norwich
You might recognise this scene for two reasons; Firstly you live in Norwich and have walked down either Duke Street or...
Trench Fever
I thought it was about time I did a bit of quantifying, I've done a something in a previous piece here, which...
Supporting Pulp
We once supported Pulp. All local bands get to support someone half-decent if they keep at it and harass people...
Norwich Baedeker blitz: The Lockwoods
The Lockwood family lived at number 65 Rosebery Road in Norwich, a very ordinary little house in a row of terraces...
Before the NHS…
I've blogged before about this on Flickr years ago, using some family photos which belonged to my mum. The Health...