Debbie Payne 25.03.70 – 24.04.01

Debbie Payne 25.03.70 – 24.04.01

I don’t have many photos of Debbie. That’s cos she filled my world in a period before we captured every single moment of our lives via smartphones; and that fact – that timing – breaks my fucking heart. I’d love a billion pointless duplications of Debbie on dropbox,...

Regret

Regret

When I was – well, let’s say younger, because ‘young’ would suggest I’m now old, and I don’t feel old (though I am old enough to remember New Order when they were called Joy Division. I prefer The Order. More fun.) Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, not being old. Well,...

My Year in Books

My Year in Books

It’s been a weird year.Let’s face it: The last few years have been like a never ending bin fire of Nonsense. But in amongst it all, there has - as always - been one constant: The power of books to transport me, to comfort me, to inspire, enervate and help me make...

Mrs Farrell’s Christmas Cake Redux

Mrs Farrell’s Christmas Cake Redux

My mother baked Christmas cakes then for a mid-December delivery. I've maintained the tradition. And it's kept me closer to what matters.
Couture Kart

Couture Kart

Me, in the late seventies. Re-enacting a scene from “Whatever happened to Baby Jane?” with my father. It would be twenty years before I’d drive again. Noticeable is the open doors of some of the houses; nobody locked their doors then. Also the almost total absence of...