A while ago, I mentioned that I was a school friend, confidant and editor to the young Neil Codling (keyboard player in Suede, washer-upper with the Penguin Cafe Orchestra), who was then savagely cutting and pasting his way through the […]
tele as in far away vision as in see faithful friendship night and day one-way company let’s say it takes our dreams away replaces them with silly thrills tells us what to think and say a million ways to phrase […]
Leicester, 1998 I was sitting on the back bar in the main room of Club City, an unreconstituted seventies discotheque in a shabby district of Leicester, complete with lights in the floor and a carpet stained with thirty years of […]
In the latter part of the nineties, life took a different route to that which I had perhaps expected. The death of my father had led to my stepmother throwing me out of the family home, leaving me to try […]
Bring on the injunction…
Stratford-Upon-Avon, 1997. The months after my father’s death were strange, dark ones. Ripped off for every penny in the will and thrown out of the family home by my Wicked Stepmother, I was forced to take, at immense expense, a […]
Despite being written in 1991, it seems topical once more.
Noel Edmonds writes. Again: “The number nine has a deeply personal meaning for me- it’s the most number of pints I have ever drunk in a pub before anyone admitted to recognising who I was. It was a real hoot […]
“Christ, what do all these things do?” Stratford-Upon-Avon, 1997-1998 Once upon a time in a land far, far away (Warwickshire) I used to work as a theatre technician. I don’t mean a medical theatre- all clamps and tubing and bits […]
Stratford-upon-Avon, 1996. Following University, I went to live at my mother’s. This was in recognition of the twenty quid she had sent each week, which kept body and soul together, during my last term. My father had been no use […]
Leicester 1998-1999. The worst room I have ever stayed at was in Seymour Street, a road in Leicester’s Highfields area, a notorious dump just at the back of the train station. Here, crack whores would strut their stuff on every […]
Drawn sometime in 1991, for the aborted Rim #6. It has never seen the light of day before. Enjoy.
Noel writes: “You know, I was contemplating before recording the latest Dole Or No Dole, a show all about picking the right number, how numbers can mean different things at different times. Numbers can be highly personal. Like when I […]