Tag Archives: Kinky Friedman

‘Michigan seems like a dream to me now …’

I started off yesterday writing a thoughtful, elegiac piece referencing music. But the longer the day wore on, the more it wore me out, the effort of trying to be calm. You see, we’ve had a tough couple of days … 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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