When you think of Harold Pinter’s plays, what comes to mind? The Pinter Pause? Naturally. Dysfunctional relationships? Probably. Brutal dialogue? Maybe. But what about humour? Last night, at the Royal Exchange’s...
Read MoreOn a muggy evening in central Manchester, I found myself in the uncomfortable position of confronting the ghosts of my past. And I’m sure I wasn’t the only one experiencing unnerving flashbacks to a time when acid...
Read MoreFor many people, it’s a certain song. For others, a familiar place, a type of drink or a favourite dish. For lots of us, it’s absolutely nothing at all. Grief, that unwelcome companion, unbeckoned and unwanted, yet...
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In my last house, I did my utmost to green a tiny space. Like many northern terraces, the outside...
Read MoreMaybe I’m a bit jaded or maybe I’ve had too many meals that were overpriced, overcooked and, praise the lord, over quickly, but I never expect very much from city centre dining. So it’s really, really nice to...
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