Archive | March 2011
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A little nights practice
Acrylic on canvas 40cmx17cm It gets bigger if you click it, last nights made-up practice daubing.
High Cuisine
Have you ever eaten something and then immediately wished that you could reverse the process without the use of a toilet bowl and your fingers down your throat, have you ever considered that bulimia would be a good option on this one occasion ? Yesterday my youngest daughter brought home a bag containing three “Yum-Yums” [...]
The Poor House…
During my frequent trips to Birmingham I stay at a former Rowton House, lodgings for working class males in the early 1900s and we’re not talking about a small scale B&B either, the (now) Hotel that I stay at once housed 900 males, mainly Irish, who had come to Birmingham’s industrial districts seeking work. For [...]
When you should not go to the toilet
Last Mondays trip down to Birmingham on the excellent Cross Country Trains service was as always, excellent, and provided one small moment of mirth, one of those moments where you can see what is going to happen and you could stop it from happening, but you don’t, just for the hell of it. It started [...]
Video Saturday – Richie Havens
Richie Havens in 1971. Always had a lot of Beatles stuff in his sets and always put a completely different slant and his unique autograph on each one, and no the video is not speeded up and yes, he does tend to ignore the traditional guitar chords.
Growing Up In The Beechwoods
Directly opposite our back door was the Jermaines house, crammed full of so many kids that I’m still not sure just how many there were, I do know that two of them, Paul and Nigel were the same age as me and my brother Ned, so we spent a lot of time flicking tar at [...]
Franks Great Wall of Burley
Our dads answer to our mothers command to get rid of the mountain of sand in the back yard before I perished underneath it was to set upon an even greater task than the garage, inspired by the ancient Great Wall of China, that monument to human ingenuity and labour that was erected to keep [...]
The House On Beechwood Crescent
The house on Beechwood Crescent was a posh house, that is to say it was posh for Burley, that is to say it was, along with its identical twin next door, the only semi-detached house for streets around. 28 Beechwood Crescent sat on a small, awkward corner triangle plot of land, a brick built semi-detached [...]
Hilda and Lily Liar
The Bronte ladies were well known to my brother and I, as from an early age we were taken to Bronte Hall during school holidays and left free to run around the huge Becketts Park campus until the 10.30 tea break when we would return for a weak orange juice and chocolate Yo-Yo biscuit, then [...]
Bronte Ladies
Bronte Ladies never went short of tea towels at home. Or Pledge furniture polish, or Ajax scouring powder, yellow dusters, floor cloths or shiny Izal toilet paper. Our mother worked as a cleaner at the Leeds Carnegie College of Sporting Excellence – a college with a nationwide reputation for producing our finest sporting athletes, coaches [...]
