Last week, hubby and I visited an organic café in Levenshulme, a vibrant and multicultural area of Manchester that appears to be undergoing a period of much-needed regeneration from its impoverished roots.
Trove is an intimate space with a minimalist, Scandinavian feel. Its white walls, stripped floorboards and scrubbed wooden tables help to create a calm and trendy (but not pretentious) atmosphere. The staff are welcoming from the moment you cross the threshold, and the menu offers a more unusual take on your average café offerings and is reasonably priced. Artisan and organic bread, chutneys and jams are also available to buy over the counter and are supplied from their local bakery to many establishments, throughout the Manchester area.
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Tagged bread, chutney, jam, Levenshulme, Manchester, organic food, Scandinavian, trendy, Trove Cafe & Bakery
As a fan of Woody Allen, his writing and his humour, I know exactly where he’s coming from when he relates many of his characters’ inner struggles to existential angst. Why are we here and what is our purpose? Could we live without the extra burden of knowing that existentialism claims we all have the freedom and responsibility to plan the course of our lives as we choose and only have ourselves to blame when this doesn’t live up to our expectations? It’s hardly surprising the effect this can have on your average human, be that emotionally crippling, motivated in to action, or simply left with a sense of feeling overwhelmed and inadequate. Continue reading
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Tagged Austen, Choices, Dickens, Existential angst, J.K. Rowling, Shakespeare, Waterstones, Woody Allen, writing
The title says it all — yet another of my letters published in the new edition of the TV Times. Unfortunately, on this occasion my submission was shortened and reworded, which I found a little dispiriting, especially because I don’t think it reads as well. (When I re-examined the original, it was a little wordy, but this was a deliberate ploy on my part to try and secure the Star Letter position — backfired, methinks. Serves me right for trying to be clever.) Still, at least my work’s in print again.
And for those of you who missed it, I had a guest spot on Charlie Britten’s blog, Write on, recently after she graciously asked me to offer some tips on how to get your letters accepted for publication. If you’re interested, you can read the post here.
One last thing … a reminder for those planning on entering Helen Yendall’s Random Word Competition on her Blog About Writing that the deadline is midnight tonight, so hurry up and get those entries in, if you haven’t already done so. It’s free, with a 100 word limit (excluding title) and has to include five specific words. I’ve already submitted mine, with a topical theme, and now keeping my fingers crossed that I’ve done enough to make the shortlist. Good luck to all those participating!
Today is the centenary of the first day of the Battle of the Somme, and one of the ways it was marked was by actors donning the uniform of a WWI soldier and standing, ghostlike, in train stations and public places around the country. They were mute, except for an occasional collective rendition of We’re Here Because We’re Here: a song dating back to the trenches in 1916. If a soldier was approached by a member of the public, they were handed a card giving the name, battalion and age of one of the 19,240 men killed on that first day. My son witnessed it first hand as he walked through Victoria train station in Manchester. He described the scene as eerie and incredibly powerful and moving. (The photographs are courtesy of his girlfriend, taken at Piccadilly train station, Manchester.) All this brings home the sacrifice made by so many men of all ages to safeguard the safety of this country’s people against the tyranny of a dictatorship. They didn’t think about themselves, only the greater good. Which is more than can be said for SOME, not all, of today’s generation with their inflated sense of self-entitlement. Continue reading
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Tagged Battle of the Somme, Brexit, Centenary, Deplatform, EU Referendum, Kaiser, Safe Space, Soldiers, Word War 1, Youth
Like many writers, I battle constantly with crippling self-doubt and often wonder whether I should give up this writing lark and save myself the angst of worrying if I’ll ever be good enough to produce anything worthy of publication. This week, the universe gave me a sign that perseverance does pay off.
I miss Sex And The City. This unsolicited thought surprised me one day last week as I went about my daily routine. I realised its absence had left a void in my life that has yet to be filled. I missed its style, its glamour, its quirkiness. I missed the exploration of the relationship nuances between men and women, women and women, and men and men. Its sharp and sassy writing, full of humorous observations, was always uplifting, even after numerous repeats. But what I missed most was the four female characters who could be charming and irritating, paradoxically, in equal measure: Carrie and her neurotic ruminations; Samantha and her, often, gauche impropriety; Miranda, steely in her determination to try and control every aspect of her environment, and Charlotte with her innate ability to don rose-tinted glasses in an attempt to paper over the cracks of her life. And then, with a backdrop of sky scrapers standing tall and proud is the city of New York — a fifth character, if you like — bohemian and vibrant. I’m sure all of us can identify some facet of our own personality within this collection of character traits. Continue reading
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Tagged 101 Words, Carrie, Charlotte, Donald Trump, flash fiction, Miranda, New York, relationships, Samantha, Sex and the City, Transmutation
Those of you who return regularly to read my blog — and bless you for that — must, by
now, be thinking that I’ve:
- Been abducted by aliens and as a result of the mandatory memory wipe have no idea of the time lapse between posts.
- Changed my name to Tica Conde and emigrated to Peru to avoid an unpaid catalogue bill from 1978.
- Fallen down a well without access to a mobile phone or possession of a GPS locator and had to wait until an unsuspecting dog walker stumbled across it, needing a drink for his thirsty hound.
Just over a week ago — Good Friday, to be exact — we visited another National Trust site, accompanied by our grandson, Ben. Amongst the attractions was a makeshift fair, one stall of which was the hook-a-duck. Ben, being seven, immediately lobbied us to try this out.
Now correct me if I’m wrong, but somewhere in my distant past when I were a lass and gerrin’ up at five in’t mornin’ to light fire for me da before he went off t’werk — okay, that might be a slight exaggeration; I’m not quite that old, yet — hook-a-duck possessed an element of skill that made the effort seem worthwhile. The plastic birds would bob about on a pool of water at enough of a distance so as not to make the exercise seem too easy, and in order to connect hook with said duck, a degree of fine motor dexterity was necessitated. Even then, if all went swimmingly (like the pun?), you weren’t guaranteed a prize. Chance played an all important part in the equation because you couldn’t be sure you’d hooked a winner until the underside of the duck was revealed. Continue reading
Sunday was, officially, the first day of spring, and what a lovely way to start the season. The sun had decided to put in an appearance for a change, instead of shirking off and cowering behind a bland and depressing cloud-laden sky, so it wasn’t necessary to go out wearing enough clothing to take part in an Arctic expedition.
Taking advantage of the increasingly warmer weather, my husband and I (gone all majestic again) decided upon a visit to Dunham Massey last Thursday — a National Trust site that’s only about forty minutes drive away from our home. As members, we qualified for free entry to the house and gardens. (The house doesn’t open on Thursdays, so a repeat trip will be necessary to view that.) It was glorious, with a deer park contained within acres of land sprawled out as far as the eye could see, and as we walked among the thousands of seasonal flowers dotting the landscape of the wooded gardens, the atmosphere was imbued with a sense of hope.
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Tagged Dad, Death, Dunham Massey, eBay, National Trust, Pennines, Roz Morris, Spring, Twitter, Writing Plots with Drama Depth and Heart: Nail Your Novel: Volume 3
by Henry Mitchell
Dark On The Mountain, by Henry Mitchell, is a collection of short stories from Alfie Dog Fiction and the latest I’ve chosen to review as a member of their Reader Panel.
There are twelve stories in total, written with a strong authorial voice, and by the end of the book, the reader has been introduced to characters whose quirky, charismatic, unpleasant and often dangerous nature allow an insight into a different world. This danger is again echoed in the fictional locations that are created from an amalgamation of areas from the north and south of America, with its untamed forests and majestic backdrop of the Appalachian Mountains. It is the latter that provides the linchpin to hold this collection together and give the book its title. Continue reading