Back when I was a Manchester newbie, my then boyfriend was a Yorkshireman. From Calderdale to be precise. I distinctly remember my first trip to visit his parents and not being able to understand a word his Dad uttered. It...
Read MoreWith Christmas just around the corner, it’s hard to believe that the end of the year is fast approaching. Despite being an incredibly strange 12 months, 2017 came up trumps in one area: photography. At Northern Soul, we’ve...
Read MoreWhen I lived in that there London, my flat was right around the corner from Penguin Random House (the one on Vauxhall Bridge Road). I’d walk by the large stone building most days, wondering what it would be like to work inside,...
Read MoreOnly in what I choose to call ‘middle age’– with the implicit intention to live to at least 114 – did I become a dog owner. It was a project that must have been quietly gnawing away at me, so to speak, for more than 50 years,...
Read MoreDriving through the deserted dockyards of Liverpool you could be forgiven for thinking that the taxi driver was taking the long route. At some point there must be pockets of activity happening here and there (adverts for...
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