On a really sunny day and with the quarter finals of the World Cup looming, I set off to the darkness of The Lowry in Salford for a six and a half hour performance of the last of the Ring Cycle, Götterdämmerung. Having lost my...
Read MoreAct 1 On the warmest day of the year so far, I sat on the rooftop patio of the Manchester International Festival pavilion bar fuelling myself with fish and chips and swilling down with a pint of festival ale in preparation for...
Read MoreA few years ago, when I still had a fist full of dollars, I visited a small mining town between Santa Fe and Albuquerque called Madrid. It was a one-horse town with a single road running through it. The miners’ shacks had...
Read MoreOn a bleak and blustery autumnal evening, I set out from my home port of the Cornerhouse bar to venture westward to Salford to see the imagined Suffolk fishing village of Aldeburgh and the tragic tale of fisherman Peter Grimes....
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