Monthly Archives: June 2013
Lancashire cheese – more than meets the eye
When you think of Lancashire cheese, what comes to mind? Creamy, tasty, crumbly and nowt else? Wrong, there’s tons of other stuff.
Manchester Sound: The Massacre
On a muggy evening in central Manchester, I found myself in the uncomfortable position of confronting the ghosts of my past. And I’m sure I wasn’t the only one experiencing unnerving flashbacks to a time when acid house, poppers and day-glow were part of everyday life.
Making Music in the Slipstream
When Bonnie Raitt launched her career in the late 60s, she took her lead not from flash-in-the-pan chart-botherers but from the blues and folk greats she would see on the Boston club circuit, people like Muddy Waters, Mississippi Fred McDowell, Howlin’ Wolf, John Lee Hooker and, a particular favourite of hers, Sippie Wallace.
The Birthday Party at The Royal Exchange, Manchester
When you think of Harold Pinter‘s plays, what comes to mind? The Pinter Pause? Naturally. Dysfunctional relationships? Probably. Brutal dialogue? Maybe. But what about humour? Last night, at the Royal Exchange’s production of The Birthday Party, I was reminded of how funny Pinter could be.
Coriander, Chorlton
The trouble with coriander is this: it’s a herb that divides opinion.
Behind the Candelabra at Cornerhouse, Manchester
There’s really no better way to spend a sunny, Sunday afternoon in Manchester in June – in my humble and correct opinion – than in the dark. Not everyone likes the sun, you know.
John Shuttleworth, Oldham Coliseum
Isn’t it always the way? You wait for one Northern comedy hero and then two come along at once.
Prisoner of Words
Who would be the usual suspects? Reading groups, maybe. Bookshops and libraries, definitely. Book bloggers, with their ever-rising influence, worth a try. Local media, yes. And the review sections of the national press, a cert.
Ólafur Arnalds, RNCM
In his publicity shots, Ólafur Arnalds looks like a model in a Topshop advert. But at his concert at the Royal Northern College of Music he was more rugged, befitting someone who had spent two weeks travelling and sleeping in a coach criss-crossing Europe.
Chorlton and The City of the Dead
In the city of the dead, life is to be found in abundance.
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