Postcard No. 53: Quay Street
Why are wharves quays? You smile whenever I say. Correct me with keys. Is it because of Q? Guile and …
Why are wharves quays? You smile whenever I say. Correct me with keys. Is it because of Q? Guile and …
There’s no denying it. St. Peter’s Square is hell. Loads of what you call patina― crucified for the new tram …
I forgot to tell you ― I’m bringing my bicycle! It’s a guy’s bike, but you won’t mind riding. A …
Some lads crossed in front of me on Portland Street. Fresh from Dawson’s Music. Buzzing with possibility. Remember our band? …
Madison County met Manchester today. A photographer waited on Deansgate for the parade. He was a mix of laid-back cool …
This made me think forever. Looped together like wings of a moth. Unable to flutter without the other. Drawn to …
When I think of the narrow opportunity, how we met on that back road. What are the odds? Cyberspace. It …
Dropped by Bookbuyers to dig for some Colin Dexter. I stopped to take a pic ― two big guys walked …
High Street to Primark when guess who smashes into me from the Co-op. Mm-hm. Emily. Too late to duck around …
You will never believe what I found today on High Street in the Northern Quarter ― Stan Freberg’s Banana Boat …