I’ll be at my club
There is an episode of the TV show Frazier where the insufferable snobs that are Niles and Frazier Crane vie…
The Blikkaba life
The road less travelled
A perfectly ordinary middle class childhood in the 1970s North of England
I come from a relatively short line of posh folk. We’re not really posh. More West Riding posh rather than…
Afternoon matinees and French cigarettes – a youth avoiding sport
York city centre. The Odeon cinema, row 20, seat 17. 3pm. Wednesday 27th February, 1980. The afternoon matinee is showing…
I look up and thank God I’m not on it
Pedn Vounder beach is as damn near the end of Western Europe as you can get. It’s pronounced Pedny Vander,…
At the raw bar with Cowpey
It is ten years ago this year that Chris and I travelled to LA for our dream gig. We had…
Catching the last flight
The Vulcan bomber. Possibly the most beautiful military aircraft ever built. Certainly the noisiest. It was the aircraft which patrolled…
Damaged goods
There is a line in the film “Genius” in which the ex-wife of the novelist Thomas Wolfe, rebuffs the sexual…
Frontlines Everywhere
This is a blog of an everyman’s front line – one of billions of front lines. We all live on…