Jun
04
When Hans took his first step away from her, Sophie cried
out: ‘Wait.’ He wheeled round.
‘Thank you.’
‘I was thinking of saying the same to you. Thank you.’
Hans walked down Glass Alley. His shadow glided from one
window to the next. Sophie stood watching him and her eyes
felt cold. She was still aware of the pang in her gut she had been
feeling since she arrived at the café, yet she felt strangely content.
She hurried down two streets until she caught up with Elsa.
He strode towards the market square. Looked at from above,
from a high balcony or a slit window in the Tower of the Wind,
they might have seemed like two insignificant creatures, two
flecks on the snow. Looked at from the ground, they were two
people weighed down by life.

May
28
June is imminent, which can only be a good thing [despite the weather's attempt to convince us otherwise] as it promises a crop of delights. John Power is paying an acoustic-clad visit to my hometown [for me alone, surely], there’s another flirtation with The Stone Roses to be had on some big London plain, plus an inevitably brilliant reunion with that little-known Somerset farm at the month’s end. Even my anorak’s excited, frankly. Meanwhile, I beg, do walls get any better than this?

Apr
27
April. Food (as ever), booze (as ever ever), weather (at last), streets (only the best). Photos below. Do enjoy! Meanwhile, I’m very much looking forward to May. It’ll bring more of the above/below, plus the birthday of the year and some much-longed-for visitors. And as for June, I am yet to find the words.
Apr
04
Pipelines, super-sized Sunday roasts (thank/you/Jesus), rush hour headphones, friends like you wouldn’t believe, breakfast beers, trainers, rum carafes, Neal Street, fresh garms, still snowing, back to Big Hands (William, it was really nothing), porn star martinis, champagne sorbet, giggly mornings, train journeys, hope, side streets, cava in bed, dearest Manchester, new girl syndrome, this is for lovers (running away just for today), lock, stock, and two smoking barrels. That’s about all life’s saying these days.

Mar
27
above there are no stars tonight,
just northern skies – reflected light upon your face.
people think stars rule our lives,
some people they think otherwise – they can be replaced.
