Tag Archives: Bradford

Us and them

‘Yeah, all right,’ I said, to a cheeky young lad, The lad was standing outside Cartwright Hall. Which is in Lister Park. Which is on the edge of Manningham, in Bradford, West Yorkshire. I’d been avoiding real world issues for … Continue reading

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Supermodel, with Balls

It was raining. Hard. Long-unused umbrellas opened like reluctant flowers, showering hurrying heads with dust and desiccated spiders. My new friends had driven me into Haworth for the evening from the refurbished cotton mill where I was staying. Nestled between … Continue reading

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‘She’s leaving home…’

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Archaeoman away for some weeks and the muse’s voice inaudible. The frenzy wasn’t quite as bad as usual in the run-up to his departure, more of a prolonged shower than an … Continue reading

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Help! Nuclear meltdown! We’re all going to die!

Two rows of women sit either side of a small conveyor belt. I say women, but I don’t think of myself as ‘woman’ yet. I’m eighteen and a half. On each desk is a grey telephone console with a row … Continue reading

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Splutter!!! You belonged to WHAT club?

Do you remember learning to swim? I do. The swimming baths were in Thornton (where the Brontes were born), on the outskirts of Bradford, in Yorkshire. Victorian, smallish, they’re probably knocked down now, or derelict. Little, swing-door changing rooms ran … Continue reading

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From tainted tongue and temporary aunt to blood and custard creams

It was a biscuit that did it. Reminded me, of my ‘gap’ year, Yorkshire style. Anachronistic to call it a ‘gap’ year, really, the term hadn’t yet been coined. Most folks going to university went straight there – unless they … Continue reading

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A new BBC radio programme, please, to cheer up the world

I’m sitting in a classroom, in a temporary building on a patch of waste ground. The ‘hut’, as we call it, looks as if it’s been dropped here by a tornado, like Dorothy’s farm in the Wizard of Oz. We’re … Continue reading

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