“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…
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…
“Ode to a playground. A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.” Well, I don’t know about a playground, but this latest of the WordPress ‘365 Days of Writing Prompts’ made me realize that, in the getting on for a year and a half that…
the only deadhead in the hameau 