seeing the light in a station bar*

(Newcastle Central) Tom and I were talking about station bars the other day and discovered that as teenagers, living many miles apart in Stretford and Rochdale, we both liked to hang around the one at Manchester Victoria. This had, before it fell victim to nailed-down chairs and the homogenising effects of Travellers Fayre (shudder), a…

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the toon

(One more hazy shot from the train window yesterday.) Just to say that I hope the narrative of my commute did not suggest a certain kind of preference for the town in which I live, over the one in which I work. There are a few reasons why we live in Edinburgh, and while I…

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