This Be The Curse. Or, We (Don’t) Mean It, Maaaan.

First things first: I’ve realised that my waffling has been getting worse, not better.  When I first pressed what WordPress laughingly call the “publish” button, it was about 12,000 words long.  About “normal” for me these days. And I got sick of reading it.  As it was about my big deal, I thought I’d have a…

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…