Words are all I have……

It’s a Thursday afternoon in November 1962, and I’m in my second last year at Primary School. The school is situated in an old house in a leafy suburb of Liverpool. Edinburgh born, I’ve been in the north of England for five years now – I’m 10 – and I’m starting to feel less homesick.

Not just men

Last week, still emotional from watching the excellent NTS Production of Ena Lamont Stewart’s ‘Men Should Weep’, I tweeted in praise: “A thousand thoughts launched on a sea of memories”. A bit flowery, perhaps (Undoubtedly, Ed), but nevertheless an accurate reflection of how I felt after the performance. The original revival of this unjustly ignored

Goodbye Dolly, hello mediocrity

Ironically, I can never remember the word ‘iconic’ being used contemporaneously in reference to cricketer Basil D’Oliveira, who has died, aged 80, in South Africa. In today’s media climate, the word would almost be his nickname. In simple terms, Dolly, as he was universally known, was an excellent and hard working mixed race cricketer. The