The Sterns are Listening. Actually, they’re not. The Sterns are doing anything but listening and that’s the problem. It’s that that brings …
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A post on about romance in books reminded me that I had been meaning to write this At the End of the …
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We meet in town, in one of the pubs. Way back when, before gastropubs and chains, before pubs got remodelled to look …
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The DisGRACEfully Delicious Grace Jones is a natural phenomenon. How can such a force of nature be contained and distilled within the …
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My desk space in the city is located just off Dale Street Liverpool. I love walking to work across town in the …
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At a recent re-union with my two close friends, I went through my archive to find photographs from our collective past, remember …
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I think the best term for this musician, this pure artist, is the Professor of Pop. She has an almost academic approach to …
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A grey sky, making it too easy to feel miserable. The heel fell off my boot as I walked into work, leaving …
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A comment on my post about this week’s book signing event made from the direction of the mortal bath, when added to …
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It is difficult to credit, when you consider their later preoccupations, that the first incarnation of the Beastie Boys was a gift …
