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Dean’s first collection on the streets…

Dean Wilson’s first collection of poetry was going to be called Confessions of a Redundant Postman.  I do hope such trivia will turn up in a pub quiz one day – and not just in Hull… 

Lit fest…

As Heads Up Festival closes, my brain shifts gear. No, I’m not about to go on a bender. Nah, I’m looking ahead to Humber Mouth, Hull’s literature festival. Y’know, the one with the best name… 

For what it’s worth…

As someone who wrangled with whatever it is I wanted to be for longer than is sensible, I think this F Scott Fitzgerald quote is beautiful. Via @ElephantEnlightenedSociety

Heads Up Festival, October

So, what’s a boy like me do around this time of year? Well, it would appear these days I’m involved with Heads Up Festival, now in its seventh (how?!) season and normally running from early… 

Technique is everything…

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A man on Bermondsey Street invited us to find out more about the Alexander Technique. He told us we had lost the ability to balance, could not sit up and down as effortlessly as we… 

A total whatever…

“Funny how ye tell people a story to make a point and ye fail, ye fail, a total disaster. Not only do ye no make yer point it winds up the exact fucking opposite man,… 

Pale blue dot…

Been reading Carl Sagan this weekend. Prompted by Robin Ince talking about Pale Blue Dot on the Bookshambles podcast recorded at Bluedot Festival. Anyway… “Before we invented civilization our ancestors lived mainly in the open… 

Songs really mean…

Often wish I was in the songwriting game. “And I thought about how many people have loved those songs. And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs. And… 

Supply & Demand…

Here’s a jolly little poem for you on a Friday afternoon, ’bout a corner of Hull, along with an attractive image of said corner. Have a nice weekend. Supply & Demand She was standing under…