Song Lyric Sunday: Home Town – ‘In My Liverpool Home’

This week, Jim’s looking for a song that gives a sense of place – more specifically a place with personal connections. I’m glad that he has broadened the original remit, which was to write about either your home town or where you live now. Pretty thin pickings there. However, my spiritual home – just across…

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…