Manchester — Unlike all the usual ceremonies of remembrance - the marching, the trumpets, men with medals, sombre suited dignitaries laying wreaths - this touched me, and stayed with me all day and since. Unexpected, modest, quiet, simple, whenever I recall the experience or try to tell people how moved I was on Piccadilly Station the emotion wells up, still packed inside me. Maybe because I thought of my gr...
Manchester — Welcome to a small start for a much bigger ongoing project from The Writing Squad. A start of a start, a whistle for a journey, the beginning of an exploration of the lines that we travel all the tim...
Manchester — As a man once sent for a fertility test by a new doctor called Cockshoot, I should never be surprised by coincidence. I’m riding around south Manchester at the moment, piecing together a geography I ...
Manchester — This is the nearest the Writing Squad gets to an office, an airy annexe in The Cornerhouse Manchester hired for the day. The rest of the time we work from home, on trains, meet in coffee shops, a boo...
A simple, moving live memorial at Piccadilly this morning
Have I flown from darkness into light or from light into darkness?
4 Curious Facts About Japanese Cherry Tree You Probably Don’t Know
Breaking memories, breaking windows
Yorkshire karma, Manchester vipaka
Look at all these spitters
We finally moved into our new house last week
Touch the Line
Interview time...
"Was London really only a few hours away down the road? I asked myself. I had made the break."- H. V. Morton, The Call of England
Today's new new office
Ace. The search and rescue dog.
Day one at Rochdale
Manchester Piccadilly
Portland Street
Inside the artists' studio
When I checked in last night it was dark, pouring. I stood in my room looking down at the canal
Wasteland of desire.
She's not enjoying the strawberry but doesn't want to say."Want to try mine?" I ask. Big grin. Love her.
MUFC, the religion