Originally posted on The Immortal Jukebox:
Here is is. Another Day. One Day. One among the unknown number alloted to you. Bless the light. Another sacred day. Yours to do with what you will. This Day won’t, can’t come again – though you may remember it for every Day you have left to live. Bless…
Here’s what became of some of them, from this drawing by Anthony ‘Doove’ Woolaston, who’s subsequent life and career remains something of a mystery. He was certainly talented and managed to capture most of us with uncanny accuracy. I am my usual smiling self in the front row. Also in the show are some ofContinue reading “Drop in and check this out.”
Interesting to know quite what you expect of something like that word. A Monet or someone pretending to be someone else. I’m recently back from Manchester where, as readers of this tome know, I’ve been wading through nostalgia. Manchester School of Art, as it is called now, were kind enough to allow myself and severalContinue reading “Impressionists?”
In addition to posts about the exhibition:Where it all started:, I’m determined to get to the end of my L A pictures. I’m keen on this one, as I like trucks and it looks great in the winter sun.
This place is where all the people in the poster below started their degree courses back in the 60s. I used to sit in one of these windows looking out more than down more than I should I suspect. Now a hotel and not very five star, this building housed the graphic designers of theContinue reading “Where it all started:”
One of Rosalind’s watercolours that will be on show at the exhibition below from tomorrow, it’s a print on show but well worth seeing as well as the talents of all the others in the group, who have multiple skills.
A chance for more musing on Manchester in the 60s. We paid for stuff in pounds shilling and pence, and in 1969 the farthing was discontinued! We were lucky enough not to generate a debt from our studying being given a Government Grant to attend and keep us in beer and cigarettes. Some of usContinue reading “…dum diddy dooh!”
In my first year on the degree course at Manchester we assembled in the former lost property offices of the Manchester Corporation( we still got little old ladies popping in complaining of lost umbrellas, even though it had been closed for years) We were a motley group of individuals from all over the country. MyselfContinue reading “Remember this?”
With the coming exhibition in Manchester coming up next week, I make no excuses for putting myself about as they say. I’ll be exhibiting with a number of friends who I spent my time with at Mancheste in the 60s. Sadly two of them have died in the meantime, but their work will be there,Continue reading “Honky Tonk?”