Dave: A Prayer. Or, The Tragedy Of (Steven) King Fear.

  This post is about the best friend I ever had.  That and fear.  We’re not mates anymore because he doesn’t want to know and I don’t really blame him.  It’s also about the usual sorts of things I write about: being confused; being stupid; not knowing how to put things right; not knowing how…

A Ploggy Went A-Courting. Or, Ice Cold In Alex.

I first met Ploggy in Spiders.  He went with a gang of about ten or fifteen kids from the sixth form college he attended.  I was still going with my workmate Sarah at that point. I first started talking to that group of people after finding that one of them – Dave – danced as…

Shitting (about) On The Dock For A Day (per month).

I’ve said that after I left school, I had a few full time jobs before I went to university.  They all had their good points, but I think I probably had the most fun at Trading Standards. There was quite a variety of things that we had to do and I didn’t do most of…

Highbrow Fidelity. And Death.

Years ago, Hull was snowed under with second hand book and record shops.  Not anymore, although it’s still better than a lot of places I visit. One of the main ones was called Sheridan’s and it was on Anlaby Road, not the number one salubrious area in the city.  Sheridan’s sold books and records and…