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The People Who Matter

I lost my best friend a few years ago. How very careless of you, some might think – and to be honest,  it does sometimes feel like I was a bit remiss. Didn’t tell her everything that I wanted to, took her never-failing friendship for granted, didn’t make her enough of those endless cups of […]

Diana Days

“Mummy, where were you when you heard about that nice Princess Diana getting killed?” “Off my face in an Edinburgh hotel room, sweetie-pie. And believe you-me, I thought it must have been pretty strong stuff that we’d been having … when *that* particular news item flashed across the TV screen.” Actually, no. I didn’t answer […]

Let’s Hair It For The Boys

In 1989, a very strident (and quite frankly, as mad as a mongoose) marxist lass at my college, told me that ‘you can’t be a feminist if you wear make-up, shave your arm-pits and dye your hair’. Of course, me being me, I felt compelled to waltz into the building each day, gurning my frosted […]

And on the Sixth Day

God Created Manchester – that’s what the legendary t shirt said.  But I preferred my ‘Born In The North’ top. Don’t know why. Perhaps I harboured some deep concern that the mention of God and dear old Manchester in the same sentence might somehow be a bit blasphemous. I wasn’t going to post anything about […]

A Royal Irrelevance?

“I’ll get you a drink, Mum” said my 9 year old lad.  This being the rare occasion of an offer, I allowed the boy to make me a brew of my favourite Lancashire meets Yorkshire concoction (Manchester’s Vimto with a splash of lemonade from Huddersfield Aldi.)  “And I’m going to choose you a nice mug,” […]