Unthought of, though, somehow

Swede Towers in the 19th Century, when it was the village shop On Monday, almost nine years to the day since Mrs S & I tipped our final ...

A song cropped up on the radio recently that sent me whizzing back to a specific moment of a relationship I shared in the mid-1990s. J ...

I've had the week off - actually I'm still off and don't go back to work until Thursday. I've been hard at it for the past...

In this photo, taken in our Walthamstow back garden in 1961, I'm the rather confused looking one year-old being held in the arms of m...

A photo of Swede Towers taken in the late 1800s It's been a long stretch - two six day working weeks followed by a seven day one. K...

I'd like to take a moment to apologise for my ongoing low profile round these parts and more importantly offer genuine, heartfelt gratit...

In the early 1980s, purely because I worked in a local record shop, I was offered the opportunity to host my own Hospital Radio show. Visi...

The first gift my Mum ever gave me was in April 1960 - it was of course the gift of life. Exactly 50 years later, her last gift to me was...

It's Mrs S's birthday. I'm writing this a few days ahead of time and we've not yet decided exactly what we're doing b...

Somehow, don't ask me exactly how it happened, I seem to have reached the grand old age of 57. Last time I checked, I could've sw...

On this day 36 years ago, I was laid low with a nasty case of the mumps - eating, drinking and even breathing with considerable difficult...

In September, it'll be 45 years since I started at 'Big' school. It was 1971, I was 11 years old and up to that point had only e...

A channel dropped out while I was playing a record about a month ago, leaving just a crunching noise coming from one of the speakers. I chec...

Anniversaries abound. Yesterday it was exactly 37 years since my first Clash concert and today it's 37 years since my first Bob Dylan gi...

A few more photographic memories of our short holiday in North Norfolk. This is Bruce. He immediately made us feel very welcom...

One evening after school in 1971, a pal played me 'Get It On' by T.Rex. I was 11 years old at the time and when I listened to th...

One evening, when I was 12, I persuaded Mum to put my long, thick, straight hair in curlers. I've always hated my shapeless hair and...

55 songs in 55 days - one for every year of my life...so far.  This whole shebang started on a whim. A few tunes, each with an attach...

55 songs in 55 days - one for every year of my life...so far.  When he was young, fit and able, Dad loved to walk. The chronic leg pr...