Psyche Gate

Last September, just before the Harris Museum in Preston closed for three years for renovations, I slipped in for a private rendezvous with a woman with whom I have secretly communed for many years. She never looks a day older. She says nothing, but imparts a great deal. I can't see her any more, and … Continue reading Psyche Gate

Cotton tithes matter

Preston, and scores of other Lancashire towns, prospered exponentially from the first wave of the Industrial Revolution. Their streets were paved with gold (for a few) because their sheets were plied with cotton.  The cotton was cheap because the labourers who produced it were not paid.  They were purchased. How should we declare our debt and pay our dues?

You only Bond thrice

I grew up next door to James Bond.  This is true.  His parents had one of the best fish and chip shops in Preston.  Bond’s Chip Shop on St Gregory Road in Deepdale, barely two goal-kicks from the Preston North End football stadium, would boast queues doubling round the shop space and spilling outside onto … Continue reading You only Bond thrice