One-Liner Wednesday: Fashion Faux-Pas

“Is that a new shirt, or have you just been sick?” Picture this – if you can. August 1967: the Summer of Love and also Liverpool’s first Saturday home game of the new season. I was standing on the Kop, as was my wont in those days. Close to me was a lad wearing a…

An in convenience truth

As one possessed of what is disparagingly known as a ‘gill bladder’ – which is to say that my powers of retention are somewhat below average – I have extensive direct experience of public conveniences all over the world, and during my many passing (sic) visits I have come across encountered some well-known faces. I…

My Music Lexicon: F is for Fury (and The Faces)

When I was eleven or twelve years old, I wanted to be Billy Fury. He could sing, he was handsome, he made the girls scream. It was a very competitive field, British male soloists back then. Let’s be honest, everyone wanted to be the British Elvis. There’s no doubt that the top dog was Cliff…

Song Lyric Sunday: YNWA

Tough week alright, and who could blame Helen for not feeling able to come up with a specific theme for this Sunday? Much as I am a huge fan of Leonard Cohen, we perhaps need something a little more uplifting in these times. Besides, if I hear another strangulated version of ‘Hallelujah’ any time in…

Yous can take the lad owra Liverpool…

So anyroad, I wuz skivin’ around disavvy, as per, lookin’ at dis WordPress business, an’ I seen dee ‘ad this thing called a ‘Weekly Writing Challenge’. Sounded a bit poncey, if yer ask me (especially the first paragraph), burra persevered like, an’ it said dee wanted yer to write one of dem blog posts in…