Author Archives: Ian

A swede and dead Swedes

The man stood staring at me. Wearing an old brown anorak with the hood pulled up, his pallor was paler than that of some corpses I have seen. Curly white hair was visible beneath his hood, his beard had a … Continue reading

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Middle class music

Friday on my mind was played on the radio. David Bowie’s 1973 cover of the original 1965 version by Australian band The Easybeats. Of course, Friday night was a moment to relish if you worked the “five day drag” of … Continue reading

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Rhiannon and Gladys

Rhiannon used to scare me. Of course, Rhiannon never existed except as a 1970s song. But her name used to evoke a sense that there was a sophisticated and streetwise world out there that was forever beyond the understanding of … Continue reading

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Smelly people

A colleague who retired in the 1980s used to comment, “at least there is no poverty now.” Of course, he was right. There was nothing comparable with the conditions of the 1930s when he had been a young man. But … Continue reading

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Ten years ago today

Ten years ago today, I set off at 8 o’clock on a Sunday morning to drive the three hundred miles from the Mediterranean village of Collioure to the city of Bordeaux. Two hours or so later, I pulled into a … Continue reading

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