London, October: in search of meaningful rebeginning

St Pancras to Kings Cross station Walking from St Pancras to Kings Cross, I’m eager not to keep John waiting in the train station bar, but also to not appear out of the sync with the pace of London. There is also an anxiety about ‘getting it right’, not missing another sailing ship. Coming toContinue reading “London, October: in search of meaningful rebeginning”

Hope against an undercurrent of rage

It was a nice sunny evening at the train station in Wakefield; the kind of romantic spring light that gives every place the elegance it deserves. But just as I began to feel a mental ease from knowing that my day had gone well, it was interrupted by an angry-sounding commotion in the station’s somewhatContinue reading “Hope against an undercurrent of rage”

Wallace and Grommit – A North where the trauma of Thatcherism never happened.

Two staples of British TV culture returned this Xmas, Wallace and Grommit and Outnumbered. And before I start, I really enjoy both of them. I used to love Wallace and Grommit as a child, with it’s dry humour, that manages to remain humorous whatever age you are. Whilst Outnumbered felt very comforting to watch aroundContinue reading “Wallace and Grommit – A North where the trauma of Thatcherism never happened.”

Living with self-hatred: 2024

The fact that I feel pressed to make disclaimers about what I do or don’t say on my own blog already reveals the presence of a dominant inner critic. It thinks it is protecting me from damaging any reputation I may give off for having artistic ‘professionalism’. And indeed I feel I must impress theContinue reading “Living with self-hatred: 2024”