SONGS AND SCRIPTS AND DUNKING BISCUITS
Every day tales of a winging-it creative
Category: Driving
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For those of you about to read this blog beware, I may not be who I say I am. I may not even exist. I only mention this because over the last couple of months, authorities in my country have yet to be convinced that my identity is genuine. In this world of identity theft…
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On the 31st October, I returned to my hometown after spending the previous four months – eighteen weeks in all, or 126 days if you prefer – living from my sisters spare room in northern Cumbria. This was not planned, or at least not for that long. I expected to be away for a couple…
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In his early 60’s my father, who had lived most of his adult life working as a lorry driver driving the length and breadth of Great Britain, discovered the blues. The blues of the deep south, people like Robert Johnson, John Lee Hooker (below), BB King and Muddy Waters. Having spent most of his life…
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On Wednesday of this week, October 4th, the rail workers in the UK decided to have a ‘day of action’, an ironic term of phrase for a national strike. Pretty much all the trains in the country didn’t run at all. This post isn’t about the strike, although I do broadly support their issues to…
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It’s a wet, cold Monday night in February. I had planned to go to the gym as part of my three-day training routine. But the house is warm and the sofa is…responsive. It’s old, it knows how I like things, it encourages me to slouch like the evil soft furnishings monster it is. I start…
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Sitting in traffic on Tuesday morning it was hard not to get lockdown nostalgia. The hour- long delay to my journey brought about a reminder of a world it was easy to think lay in the distant past. It was my first traffic jam for over a year. Yet it felt so depressingly familiar. The…
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