“I strongly object to paying £27.50 to walk the length and breadth of the train with a sausage in a plastic box.” – Kitty, Victoria Wood As Seen On TV
The advert once said the train was supposed to take the strain. Now it’s the cause of it.
Here’s a sobering thought. In under 10 years, it is estimated that more than a million people in the UK will be living with dementia. But what is a life with dementia actually like? We regularly read stories from carers and medical practitioners but rarely hear directly from the person with the condition.
Most days, if you wander through the centre of Manchester, you’re bound to encounter at least one busker having a crack at Wonderwall or something by Ed Sheeran. But if you have the talent and street performance isn’t your cup of earl grey, where do you play?
Manchester is thriving with creativity. Nevertheless, it is daunting to set up a new venue, whether its focus is art, music or theatre. Thankfully, as it heads for its first anniversary, one of the newest theatrical initiatives on the block 53two is living up to its intent to offer ‘One venue, two spaces, limitless possibilities’.
My knowledge of poetry begins and ends with Pam Ayres (ask your Granny) and four-line stanzas where something rhymes with Nantucket.
But Manchester is the place to rediscover the art of poetry. The city boasts a burgeoning poetry scene with a whole new roster of artists making serious headway.
Is there anything more quintessentially British than fish and chips?
It’s a meal that conjures up all sorts of memories, especially those that take us back to childhood. For me, a chippy tea was a Friday after-school treat.
“Gliddy glub gloopy, nibby nabby noopy, la la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba, nooby abba nabba, le le lo lo
Tooby ooby walla, nooby abba naba, early morning singing song”
They don’t write lyrics like that anymore, do they?
As Fame‘s tough love dance teacher Lydia Grant so aptly put it at the start of the classic TV show: “Fame costs
and right here’s where
you start paying…in sweat!”
Their motto is ‘bake it, bring it, share it, eat it’. As mottos go, it’s a good one.
Each month, Manchester-based LGBT social group the Village Bakers get together so people with a passion for patisserie can meet and eat all the goodies they’ve made at home. It’s a cult for cake.
In just a few short weeks, Carl Austin-Behan has raised the profile of Lord Mayor of Manchester beyond measure. It’s fair to say that many of the city’s inhabitants hadn’t even realised there was a Lord Mayor until the 44-year-old was sworn in.
When I was at university in the early 1990s, I shared a flat with four girls studying at Glasgow School Of Art. I recall that a lot of alcohol was drunk and a great deal of inventively flavoured home-made bread was eaten.
It’s tough times for the arts. Even in the best of economic climates, setting up your own producing theatre is no mean task. Dozens of different elements have to slot into place but, sometimes, a project feels like it’s meant to come together.
A forgotten community, sleeping in doorways, huddled in grimy corners sheltering from the weather. Admit it, how many times have you walked past a homeless person pretending not to see or hear them? I know I have and, with the numbers on the streets growing at an alarming rate, it stabs at the collective conscience.
Ah, the golden age of steam. This phrase brings to mind the glorious engines that once choo-chooed across Britain. A time when the railway network was king, trains stuck rigidly to a timetable and arriving even a couple of minutes late was a no-no.
It is 55-years-old but shows no sign of slowing down. The TV institution that is Coronation Street produces five episodes each week, a far cry from its original remit of just one weekly show.
A lot of hard graft goes on behind the cameras to keep the show on the road (street?) and a team of hard-working, dedicated individuals all play their parts as much as the actors on screen.
In among the revelry and shenanigans at last weekend’s Manchester Pride, pockets of calm and reflection could be found. Tucked away in the LGBT Foundation, Precinct Seager Galvez-Soto – one of the foundation’s health and wellbeing workers – presented a small but perfectly formed collection of his work entitled Snapshots Of My Mind In A Manchester Home, attracting a stream of visitors including Sir Ian McKellen no less.
Yank! Is the latest collaboration between London-based Aria Entertainment and Manchester’s very own Hope Mill Theatre.Following their success last year with ‘Parade’ and ‘Hair’, the pairing now bring us a gay love story set during World War 2. The musical, based on the real history and events of the time tells the story of Stu, an awkward young man from the mid-West of America who is called up to serve in the forces in 1943.
Friday 13th April, 1979. A young, innocent, teenage boy (me!) travels to the big city (Edinburgh) for his first pop concert. Accompanied by three pals and a rabbit gonk (that someone stopped me from throwing towards the stage incase I took someone’s eye out), I saw the Queen of my musical world Kate Bush live on stage. Only 20 years old, she sang, danced, spun and acted her way through ‘The Tour Of Life’, a theatrical rock extravaganza unlike anything seen before.