Unthought of, though, somehow

This morning, before another long day of retail madness commences, I'm briefly firing up the old laptop for the first time in nearly a f...

One morning in October as I clocked in for my shift, I couldn't help but notice that music was playing through the public address system...

For the first time ever, I've had some trouble with the new Blogger. It happened when trying to embed the Bandcamp link for today's ...

Driving home from work at quarter to five on a crisp, cloudless Thursday evening, the sun, which set a full 45 minutes earlier, had left a g...

Richard Youngs is a man rarely known for looking back throughout his 170-odd album (and counting) career, so it's a particular joy to fi...

Following our move out to the sticks in 2011, on one of our first ventures into the local small market town up the road, Mrs S & I decid...

I have a choice of two roads to take me the six miles from my new abode to my place of work. One is flat, characterless and often quite busy...