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We Are Liverpool

Red by choice Not by birthright But Anfield courses through my veins. Home of the beautiful game:

We Are Liverpool

Red by choice Not by birthright But Anfield courses through my veins. Home of the beautiful game:

Hillsborough and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

Hillsborough and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

BBC Radio 5Live ran a very moving and insightful programme about Hillsborough last night. Presenter Mark Pougatch interviewed two survivors of the Leppings Lane end crush; a psychologist who specialises in Post Traumatic Stress Disorder; Bruce Grobbelaar – Liverpool’s goalkeeper on 15th April 1989 who was physically the closest player to the tragedy which unfolded behind his goalmouth – and the…

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Hillsborough: Twenty-Five Years Of Hurt

Hillsborough: Twenty-Five Years Of Hurt

Hillsborough. For a certain generation of football fans, even non-fans, this single word is laced with evocative and tortuous meanings. It’s a noun. It is the name of a football ground, the home of Sheffield Wednesday where, on 15th April 1989, 96 people died and the game changed forever. It is sometimes overlooked in the modern era of outrageous salaries, obscenely high prize money and more…

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In A Tea Cup

Fresh tea warms the cup I wrap my fingers round To feel Some kind of contact with the world.

In A Tea Cup

Fresh tea warms the cup I wrap my fingers round To feel Some kind of contact with the world.

Do You Remember The First Time?

Britpop seemed like such a stupid term when it became popularised. Stuart Maconie claims it was his invention.

Do You Remember The First Time?

Britpop seemed like such a stupid term when it became popularised. Stuart Maconie claims it was his invention.

Glimmers

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Me and my own boy from long ago. A much as I love the young man he has become, I do miss my little spud at times.

Me and my own boy from long ago. A much as I love the young man he has become, I do miss my little spud at times.

Ups and downs still happen. The downs still feel pretty soul destroying but hey, ups actually happen. They’re not great soaring moments of sublime wonder and heart soar but they are flickering episodes – fleeting but real – of beginning to imagine I cross beyond this yawning abyss…

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Get Through This

Something I’d forgotten about lengthy periods of low mood and depression – I turn to my guitar and I write songs far from often than I do in my everyday life. Way back when, in the days of wanting to be a rock and roll star, I’d feel disappointed with myself if I didn’t write somewhere between twenty-five to thirty songs a year. Nowadays I can get through 12 months and only write a couple. No…

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Take These Sunken Eyes

Birdsong Lifts me from the sullen ground, Picks at threads of melancholy, Reaches in where only guitar chords…

Take These Sunken Eyes

Birdsong Lifts me from the sullen ground, Picks at threads of melancholy, Reaches in where only guitar chords…

Are We Getting Our Just Breakfasts?

Are We Getting Our Just Breakfasts?

I didn;t get where I am today without fuck loads of prescription and recreational drugs.

I didn’t get where I am today without fuck loads of prescription and recreational drugs.

My first thought on waking up at ten minutes to six in the morning was “What a ridiculous time to be awake.” But then I reconsidered the matter. My second thought was “What a ridiculous time to be awake.”*

Having breakfasted, taken the fistful of medication which keeps me breathing and interested in…

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