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…

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…