About Andy

I am a turned forty teenager in denial, living still in my childhood town which causes me always to be plagued by ghosts. I have four children who keep me young and a wife who keeps me grounded.I love reading, writing, but not arithmetic. I am sure there is something else, on the tip of my tongue. I will get back to you.

My Generation Is Sleepwalking Through This


Summer Is Coming. Nature: “Now Where Is That Jackdaw?”

Do you remember my post from two weeks ago, when the Beast from the East roared in an attempt to thwart my plans of getting home to Manchester from a clinic in Leeds? And how I was foolishly optimistic about my return stay as it was a fortnight later on a most probable balmy March 16th?

Well this is Leeds this morning:

British Summertime officially starts a week today. I don’t think nature is adhering to our calendrical clock.

I’m starting to think it’s personal.

R.I.P Stephen Hawking

Whilst under the shadow of death Stephen Hawking attempted to answer some of the more complex questions of life. I saw this quote only this morning:

“We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star. But we can understand the Universe. That makes us something very special.”

Personally I think there is more to us than that, but who am I to argue with someone with a mind as brilliant as Hawking?!



Cross My Arms And Hope To Spy

Another one of those old photographs that I love. A young woman standing on top of a wash tub. At first glance it appears from her stance that she is displaying no little attitude.


But close up you see a playful smile.


Maybe she stands on that tub to fit into the shot the plant on the window ledge behind her.

Of more interest, though, is the little girl in the background: the spy; the photobomber; maybe awaiting her turn.

Next in line for a photograph now lost to time’s censor.

However here she survives, perhaps only here: the eternal spy; the photobomber; the girl who intrudes. Pushing herself forward for 21st Century eyes.

For Oscar Night, The Morning After

As it was Oscar night last night, I thought I’d post these photographs of my favourite actress’ two Oscar wins: Vivien Leigh in 1940 for Gone With The Wind and in 1952 for A Streetcar Named Desire.


I was going to stay up and watch the awards live (last night’s I mean, not Vivien’s, as it’s kinda hard if you’re not yet born), but the flesh was weak and I recorded it instead to watch later.

But as always it’s difficult to avoid spoilers. I was pleased that Gary Oldman won Best Actor for Darkest Hour and Frances McDormand won Best Actress for Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri. I saw both of these films and predicted both stars for the honours after enjoying both movies. I got Best Film wrong though, tipping Three Billboards which was my favourite. But two out of three ain’t bad.