The Glass Age Diaries | December 9 2024 Here on the train platform there is a man with a bright orange cardigan and a sunshine yellow wheelie case. His rucksack is yellow and black like a bee on his back and the yellow stripes on his trainers complete his look. A girl...
Bob Dylan came to Wolverhampton for the weekend and I was blessed to be there and witness his performance tonight. We gave him a proper Wulfrunian welcome and he delivered in spades Calm, collected, no lights, no smoke, just songs ? On the surface, it’s just a blues...
When we were planning the “A Night Of Glass” tour, Stourbridge felt like the natural starting point. Fifteen miles down the road from where I grew up in Wolves, and the place where my creative relationship with glass really blossomed back in 2019 when the lovely folks...
It’s humid and sticky on my morning walk at the bay. Whilst the pavements remain damp from the night’s downpour, the grass to my right is already dry to touch. High’s of 17 are expected today and the warmth I feel from the sun’s rays on my right side is so welcome....
As the ref blows the final whistle its almost drowned out by the airplane noise overhead. This moment triggers something. I raise my head up, is that my call? Another reminder of the ticking clock on my visit here in Japan. He played well today, no goals but he didn’t...
This cafe has these curious things that appear at first to be camping chairs. But there’s no great outdoors here in Kawasaki. These are bag holders – foldable little contraptions to help customers and avoid them having to put their bags on the floor. Any floor...
