Badlands Punk Festival – A Lincoln Gem
When it comes to music, I never thought of myself as part of a ‘scene’. It all felt too cliched, niche, and a bit too much like being labelled. Part…
When it comes to music, I never thought of myself as part of a ‘scene’. It all felt too cliched, niche, and a bit too much like being labelled. Part…
A couple of months ago, I got made redundant. It was unavoidable, and I am not going into why; suffice to say all parties involved found the process difficult and…
On the opening day of the football season, instead of following the Imps as is customary, I sat in a field with hundreds of other people watching music. It was…
This is a bit of an indulgent post, so my apologies. I’ve also put it on my stacey West site, and this one, as it’s both Imps-related, and personal. This…
I’ll never forget the day I found out my dad had lung cancer. We’d been walking the dog down the track opposite the house, and he rang to tell me.…
Recently, I wrote about the best ways to get into freelance writing. That could be a digital nomad who works from wherever they can get a WiFi signal. Or, like…
As we get closer to the Euros, you’ll undoubtedly begin to hear more football songs on the radio. The same ones always get rolled out: World in Motion, Three Lions,…
Is the title inappropriate? Maybe, but it felt quite clever when I came up with it, so it stays for now. If I get complaints, it might have to go.…
I’m bearing down on goal, the wind ruffling my ginger mullet as I do. I can see the keeper spreading himself as much as a twelve-year-old boy can in a…
I’ve always had two constants in my life: music and football. It doesn’t matter what has been happening to me; they’re the markers by which my history is measured. Certain…