Jack had a spare for J. Lydon’s book chat event at Whitley Bay’s Playhouse last week. (Book chat? Book shat, more like, I didn’t say.) It was kind of him to think of me. The show had been postponed from last year. The queue winds three sides of the theatre, beach front, side street, back … Continue reading Swastika Décor.
April 12 2016 (North Shields) The tide is low and it is a bright morning. Photograph the seals and some rocks and come home. Play guitar all morning. I wonder if I have reached a plateau with my playing. 6pm. Pack and walk to The Quarry. Set up on the little makeshift stage. A McC, … Continue reading Notes From a Fragile Island. 20
October 9 2004 The Ship: Magic, Fashion & Ronnie are sat around one of the barrels in the front window. Magic nods, smiles through a beer froth beard. His teeth are small. Fashion & Ronnie are sharing a giant Yorkshire pudding. "A hat," says Ronnie. And, I suppose, it is rather like a hat - … Continue reading Notes from a fragile island 1
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