Recently on no more wriggling…
- Teaching the First World War – engaging imaginations with historic newspapers
- The Writer’s Blog Tour – coming out of the attic to party….
- The Sinking of the RMS Tayleur – author Gill Hoffs on how Victorian corsetry contributed to a tragedy…
- Shell shock on film: myth or reality?
- Who needs Glastonbury? The Keats House Festival 2014
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Tag Archives: Music
There are very few writers, even those with published work on the shelf, who can say that they earn a living wage solely from that writing. A few articles, the novel-in-progress or in my case the fund-raising anthology don’t pay the mortgage. … Continue reading
I am not a one for ‘meme’s as a rule. Not because I don’t like them – lists have always fascinated me. As a child there was a ‘Book of Lists’ that came out to a great fanfare (these things … Continue reading
Having felt a little in need of cheering up recently and browsing the wonderful Spotify I quite randomly came across The Best of Jake Thackray. His biography describes him as a ‘singer-songwriter in the French tradition’ firmly rooted in the … Continue reading
This time last year I wrote a post wishing all those good enough to give No more wriggling out of writing their time a very merry Christmas, celebrating the fact that I had been blogging for a whole five months. … Continue reading
I have a GoogleAlert which regularly sends me links to items that relate (even obliquely it seems) to John Keats and yesterday it included a link, not only to my recent post Blog infidelity, but to the following video that … Continue reading
The Thames is a river that takes me on imaginative journeys, some of them reflecting my real life and others a dream world that I have inhabited regularly since I left London in the late 1980s. From the Oxfordshire … Continue reading
You’re dreaming. Someone has asked you, a complete novice, to sing at a festival in front of thousands of people. Live, with a band. What song would you choose to sing in public? (given the necessary vocal talent of course). … Continue reading