Back in mid-80s Sheffield, I was heading towards A levels, my cranium crammed with a hair-gel-scented hotchpotch of concerns both large and small: reggae, The Stranglers, communism and females galore. But also swirling through...
Read MoreWe’ve all heard it said that Britain doesn’t make things any more. We’re a service economy apparently, although I’ve never been quite certain what that entails. Does it mean we’re now merely the kind of country that waits at...
Read MoreI feel as though I’m about to die. Not in a horrific, life flashing before my eyes kind of way, but in a dreamlike, out-of-body experience. Except, if I really was about to die, I would hope that a failed 1960s underpass might...
Read MoreA new exhibition in Sheffield brings together old and new artworks to explore the world of John Ruskin. Do modern artists have just as much to say about the role of creating beautiful things as the Victorians did? You might have...
Read MoreYou can tell a lot about a city’s self-image by looking at the pictures on sale in its gift shops. Thirty years ago, when I first began sketching out my own mental map of an unfamiliar Sheffield – divining its secrets via...
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