I’ve spent hours upon hours in the reading rooms here. I get all full of nostalgia whenever I think about it. The John Rylands Library, on Deansgate, is insanely awesome. If it doesn’t put you in a literary state of mind or make you think of all-things-gothic, nothing will. John Rylands Library, Deansgate
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It took three tries before I finally convinced myself to get out of bed this morning. Since I had no one to coerce me up and at ’em, I lay there until 10:00am. The Euro, in an effort to not catch everything I have, has been sleeping in the guest room this week. He says
Everything you could ever want in the world is just outside your comfort zone. The first flat I ever had was a teeny little place where each room doubled for the next. A two hundred year old, not-exactly-kept, terraced house converted into upstairs/downstairs apartments. I lived on the top floor and caught the draft from
I was on Facebook last night looking at a group called “I survived the 192” – or something. A meeting point for 4000 strong; set up for anyone who ever took the 192 from Manchester Piccadilly to….well, to where ever it is the 192 ends up. (Hazel Grove?) The 192 is a Magic Bus. A
WHO: Andrew Motion, Paul Abbott, Roddy Doyle, Carol Ann Duffy, Linton Kwesi Johnson, Jackie Kay, Galway Kinnell, Rose Tremain, Gerard Woodward. Comma, Route, Templar, Suitcase, Transmission and Matter… WHAT: The Second Annual Manchester Literature Festival WHEN: 4 October – 17 October WHERE: John Rylands, Cornerhouse, The Whitworth Art Gallery, Central Library, Library Theatre, Manchester Museum,
1. Neck it. No. Not nekkid. Neck it! 2. Panna cotta. Whoever came up with such a dreadful thing? 3. It’s not climbing into a medieval tower that’s the hard part. It’s getting down. 4. West Virginia. North Carolina. It’s all the same. Mountains and banjos right? 5. So my mom says ‘There’s no need
