Tag Archives: Crosby Beach
Two dog night, no dog morning
Saturday. Under clear blue skies we set sail for Manchester. (I lie. We drive.) The hotel’s grand. Victoriana at its best. Come six o-clock we head out, past the old town hall, accessorised for fun with helter-skelter, big wheel and … Continue reading
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out Tagged Comfort, Crosby, Crosby Beach, Kinky Friedman, Manchester, Music, Poetry, Richard Goodall Gallery, Roger McGough, Texas, Utopia, Wine 3 Comments
A cloud of unknowing. A cloud of forgetting. Where’s it all going to end?
I’ve woken up dazed. A concert arena popped up in my head overnight. The band’s last encore finished hours ago and the crowds have melted away, leaving fragments of tickets, bits of Malteser bags, beer-stains on the floor. It’s an … Continue reading