Category Archives: Stories from forgotten space

Stories From Time-locked Space. 3

Free-fall in Stasis (Barnsley, The First Week of Winter, 2016) Walking back to the suburbs through an M1 junction-hinterland in the dark of a new winter. But nothing feels new. It’s late 2016. To Ride The Fine Line of Purpose on Placebos…  …that’s what I achieved ten years ago this winter month. And I’ve even tried listeningContinue reading “Stories From Time-locked Space. 3”

Stories From Time-Locked Space. 2 Illusions of ‘otherness’ – Over The Pennine Horizon Darton-to-Wakefield-to-Mirfield-to-Huddersfield-Manchester-to-Leeds-to-Darton (Northern Rail-to-Grand Central-to-Northern  Rail-to-Transpennine Express-to Northern Rail. September 2016. “Today’s Manchester is dominated by the sounds of the trams. They beep, clunk and even scream as they turn on the tracks, in spaces so close to pavements you wonder how they allContinue reading

(Stories From Time-locked Space. 1)

Leeds Under Pre-Digital Rain (2016). “Always a higher level of caution in your gait when arriving in Leeds on a Saturday – 52 times a year, not including Xmas and bank holidays – as if I’ve walked over a picket line for piss ups, which is far less unnerving if you have a designated pissContinue reading “(Stories From Time-locked Space. 1)”

The Big Smoke (And Mirrors): Stories From Forgotten Space

This is a spoken word/video version of notes and mapmaking from earlier in September this year, over the weekend the Labour election leadership was decided. It is part in a series of map-making’s of meanderings and musings that coincided with decisive events for the wider society in 2015. My thoughts on the past (my past),Continue reading “The Big Smoke (And Mirrors): Stories From Forgotten Space”

“High as You Can Go” (Walking from Darton to South Leeds)

Walk out of the Barnsley area, through Staincross down to Woolley, seemingly stalked by two young men in a car, driving around beeping at me. Game playing. I’m sport,  basically, for their boredom. But there’s nothing you can say or do. I’m in a cloud of enough unlocatable guilt and paranoia making me sheepish enough,Continue reading ““High as You Can Go” (Walking from Darton to South Leeds)”

Lost Bus Routes and Pre-Election Rambles (May 2015)

Here is a spoken word version of my May blog, Lost Bus Routes and Pre-Election Rambles. An account of myself and Michael Hill, walking around old haunts (Around South/West Yorkshire), conjuring memories, and futures of the past, on the eve of the 2015 UK General Election. Taking routes where long gone bus routes used toContinue reading “Lost Bus Routes and Pre-Election Rambles (May 2015)”

Manchester (Stories From Forgotten Space)

24 September 2015 “Michael picks me up early on and we head over to Ossett, a small town sandwiched between Wakefield and Dewsbury; a ligament in the West Yorks conurbation of towns. On the car radio a program speaks of French Electronica, such as the likes of Air – of whom a sample is played.Continue reading “Manchester (Stories From Forgotten Space)”

Somewhere In Yorks… (Stories from Forgotten Space)

“In the village I was raised in, a distant cousin stands across the road, noticeable by the high-vis jacket he’s wearing. Not sure why he’s stood that side of the road, as by crossing that road you literally leave the mining-settlement-overspill I know as home, to face the farmhouses and barns that predate that former,Continue reading “Somewhere In Yorks… (Stories from Forgotten Space)”

The Big Smoke (and mirrors): Stories From Forgotten Space

“I’ve been approaching Leeds by train for years now (for the best part of the lost-decade, starting 2008), and it is the wastelands (especially the unappropriatable bits) that are its saving grace. It says something that the boring central zone obliterates. I change trains towards Manchester, sitting backwards as the train leaves Leeds. Dead feelingsContinue reading “The Big Smoke (and mirrors): Stories From Forgotten Space”