An Elegy for Bonfire Night
Bonfire Night, or ‘Bommy Night’ as I’ve always known it, is incredibly special. I’ve always loved it. The incendiary anarchies historically igniting it, the malformed maladjusted tellings ‘n’ re-tellings, its...
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Memories of Manchester’s Cornerhouse
I moved to Manchester in January 2001 and got my first job two months later, as a box office assistant at Cornerhouse. I was a stranger to Manchester and even though I was only working one 3-hour shift every Thursday evening, I...
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