
Finding my way to the Flapper & Firkin
Another important small venue is about to fall under the developer’s wrecking ball. The Flapper helped me find my way… in more ways than one Continue reading Finding my way to the Flapper & Firkin
Another important small venue is about to fall under the developer’s wrecking ball. The Flapper helped me find my way… in more ways than one Continue reading Finding my way to the Flapper & Firkin
Liberation from the office means a chance to write, cook, and ponder the absurdity of the Western work ethic as we know it Continue reading Striking, poetry, and other alternatives to work
Re-exploring your hometown can reveal surprises, on the edgelands between the familiar and the unknown Continue reading Multiple boundaries: a winter walk at Cleethorpes
On the one hand, nice furniture and 400 new jobs… on the other, corporate uniformity, dirty air and premature deaths Continue reading Off the shelf: urban choices and Sheffield Ikea
The unique Grimsby pub that defined me is under threat of closure because of a cinema. This 2010 blogpost explains why it must be saved Continue reading The Barge: a haven for the outsiders
Some reflections on the little miracles of how and why my debut poetry pamphlet came into the world this month Continue reading Sheffield Almanac: a poem of love and regeneration
Ten brilliant sparkly things that have happened in the ten years since Atomic Beat Records released my first solo single in May 2007 Continue reading Ten years of sparkly
A little round-up of my new stuff published and forthcoming performances Continue reading Putting the word out
OK, they didn’t ruin everything. But after synthpop, Jarvis, and Alex’s mic drop, where does the city go next? Continue reading The rise and fall of Sheffield music (or how the Arctic Monkeys ruined everything)
Quietness today is a hand-drawn DIY gig flyer on a wall of Carling Academy listings expensively printed on matt laminate card. Play me one more chorus of idiot landfill indie, its sound and fury signifying nothing, and I’ll choose silence. Continue reading There’s a kind of hush