Tag Archives: Crosby

The Ides of March

Beware, cried the soothsayer. Or was it the East wind? As I sit down to write this post – amid boxes of tiles, plaster dust and paint – I calculate that it’s XIII days before the Kalends of April. I … Continue reading

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Slacks, golf – and George

When, in 2004, we moved up north to Liverpool, we bought a house in complete ignorance of the district’s main attraction: ten minutes’ walk from our front door was a long, sandy beach. I knew the land came to an … Continue reading

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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

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The Grand Local

Girls coiffed in big rollers read magazines. Sitting in hairdressers’ all around town. Waiting for lash extensions, manicures, make-up. Outside, bitter gusts blow rubbish down the street. Men wearing scarves bend into the wind as they walk. Women in sheepskin hunch against the chill as … Continue reading

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Travelling through time and space – with a crache

I watched Doctor Who last night. ‘I don’t know where I am!’ Such a  familiar feeling. So now it’s Sunday morning and the wretched clocks have gone forward – depriving me of yet another hour’s sleep. But I’m ready for … Continue reading

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HP Sauce, pipe tobacco, betting slips – and standing room only at ‘our local’

A bank holiday. A beautiful sunny day, the spring-blue sky marked only by a very few fragile clouds. A relief after all that glowering gloom and incessant snow. Sparse incessant snow. Enough to remind you it’s wretchedly cold, but too … Continue reading

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Small town, big lives

Snow has etched white lines into the wet, dark furrows in the fields. Spring is shivering underground, hiding under bark, cowering inside buds, slowed almost to a halt by the bitter winds from the east and the fallen, frozen flakes. … Continue reading

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