A Dead Good Blog

How many poems have I written? Loads! Have I ever attended a poetry workshop? Nope....not until last Saturday.  It was run by Kate Eggleston...

The curious case of the disappearing Turkish military moustache I was recently passing a hot afternoon on a guided tour of the museum at Sel...

When I was considering what to include in this blog on the theme of imprint, several things crossed my mind. The scars left on my face by fa...

I met Steve for lunch today and promised him a short blog and a poem for this week's theme. It was a great lunch, great pizza, great tal...

Britain’s oldest schools offer a remarkable window into the country’s religious, political and educational history. Long before the modern s...

I attended Elmslie Girls’ Independent Grammar School here in Blackpool, founded by two sisters named Brodie and sited on Whitegate Drive in ...

I recently asked AI about myself. It told me was I was one of the leading figures in educational developments in the twentieth century, whic...

The phrase ‘The X Factor’ has attained common usage in the English language, often used to describe an indefinable quality that makes someon...

When I was in the top end of primary school in 1959 or thereabouts, I used to go to Burnden Park every other Saturday to watch Bolton Wander...

According to the dictionary, charm can mean a quality that makes you like or feel attracted to someone or something. For instance, “she was...

When I moved into my previous house in Thornton Cleveleys it was the garden that sold me on the deal. It was an really ugly house, the kit...

For Christmas in 2025 my sister-in-law bought me a mug with the legend “It’s Not Hoarding if it’s Vinyl” emblazoned across it. She knows me ...