This is how I felt on Friday. Saturday was better. I attended an excellent writing workshop at Stockport Art Gallery. It was run by Terry Caffrey, a Scouse poet who could moonlight as a stand-up comic. Laughter is definitely the best medicine, if you discount chocolate.
Posts Tagged ‘Scousers’
Bad Head, Bad Teeth
October 4, 2009An Amendment To My Earlier Posts
July 11, 2009An amendment:
The Hub doesn’t like my names for the boys – he thinks he’s so posh coming from Man-chesst-ah and looks down on me and my little Scouse twang. My Dad used to joke that everybody comes from Manchester but nobody goes there (it wasn’t a very good joke but it made him happy, bless) [...]
This Is Our Independence Day
July 5, 2009The dog and I took our daily constitutional yesterday, to find a Music in the Park event taking place. We sat on the steps to listen, chatting with strangers through the boring bits. It was a Stockport celebration of that great American tradition, July 4th. No fireworks or the delicious Will Smith in sight, but [...]
The Prodigal Retairns
June 30, 2009We collected the Hur yesterday and the Spur was overjoyed to see him.
A word of explanation: like Princess Diana I, too, have two sons, an heir and spare. I am a Scouser, however, and although it was in another life, I still have Cilla Black Disease and can’t pronounce the ‘air’ sound in English. To [...]
