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View Article  Cauliflower Cheese, Morrisey andThe London review of Books
"It's in this small world that great things happen." he tells me "I mean how else would you get to say to the lead singer of a band after talking music 'hey want to come back to mine for some cauliflower cheese' and then go to the grants, do you remember the grants pub, for a beer." The singer was Morrisey. The last time I did a gig for Dave, with my then band Mick Hucknall was there in the audience. So i can truly say that Mick Hucknall has seen me live more times than I have seen him". Nathan McGough former manager of Happy Mondays pops in to see Dave. Nathan is the step son of Roger McGough but I know of him more through the Manchester scene. Apparently we’ve met before. We all sit and chat (Nathan catchs up with Dave) for a short while and then disperse.   more »
View Article  Police officers charge the south bank
A triumvirate of breathless police officers barge into the Riverside Rooms. I assume the position, hands on the wall legs apart and shout “I know my rights. Call my lawyer. It’s a set up”. A bemused officer walked past me and towards a more responsive individual from the Cape Farewell team. “It's my mobile phone” I shout at them“mine". They look at me and then continue discussing.   more »
View Article  The Poetry Explorers
At 4pm I do a reading for Poetry Explorers of the poetry library at The Spirit Level. There are two children for the first ten minutes and then five in total. I was so nervous about this reading. It is years since I have read for little little children. I am a bit rusty. Turns out the kids were enchanting and throughout the reading slipped off their air bean bags. I think they were performning for me rather than I for them. The reading ends.   more »
View Article  The Desk has entered the building.
I get along with the marketing department and the marketing department, apparently, get along with me. My growing familiarity leads to a frankness. Lemn we like you but not your photograph muses the luxuriously named Amelia La Fuente.. Helen her desk neighbour nods frowning. Familiarity, it is said, grows contempt! There comment is a bit like what someone said to me once I like you. There was a pause then I don’t care what your friends say.   more »