Tag Archives: Southport

An invisible man and a nice cup of tea

On dimly lit suburban streets, in the hours before dawn, it’s as silent as our world can be. Up in the lofty fir trees, knowing owls watch for prey. Foxes prowl through tangled brambles growing beyond neat garden fences. And … Continue reading

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Do you like your shrimps shaken – or stirred?

James Bond likes his shrimps potted. It’s the bizarre kind of fact a journalist finds useful for livening up a dull article. I once worked on a magazine in Park Lane, London. At Christmas the printers used to take my … Continue reading

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Five foot two, eyes of blue, yellow bags – and a grand tea, too

‘Diddly diddly diddly doo’ – hard to imagine, if you’re not there, but that’s the audience participation bit – along with ‘ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!’ – to the song, Delilah. It’s a strange song, Delilah. Creepy and jaunty – … Continue reading

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The ruder world. Some random thoughts on spring, joy and harsh reality

Come, luscious spring, come with thy mossy roots, Thy weed-strown banks, young grass, and tender shoots Of woods newly-plashed, sweet smells of opening blooms, Sweet sunny mornings, and right glorious dooms Of happiness, to seek and harbour in, Far from … Continue reading

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Sacrifice

Tonight could be emotional. I grab a handful of tissues, stuff them in my bag. Braving twenty-seven sets of traffic lights, we drive into Liverpool. Stow our car in the warm space beneath the circular cathedral. Choose seats on one … Continue reading

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Of tinkers, magic – and the perils of mixing grape and chain.

I’m holding a small piece of black plastic with a hole at the top, like a short, fat, dysfunctional needle. Or a midget-sized witch’s magic wand. I waft the holey end in front of a little light and – abracadabra … Continue reading

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Golf. Just when I’d begun to …

I won’t say accept it, that would be silly – what difference would that make to anything (or anyone)? Tolerate it, perhaps? No, it was a smidge more positive than that – but anyway. A few days ago I opened … Continue reading

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