The summer began with a strange mixture of sunshine and unease. The Falklands war filled every front page, while the television showed grainy footage...
Winter arrived, sharp-edged and grey. Frost clung to the pavements and frozen puddles shone like thin films of glass. The bitter air smelled of coal...
The heat had broken by the first week of September, leaving the air heavy and uncertain. The long drought of ’76 was a distant memory now, supplanted...
The frost had settled thick on the rooftops along the terraced row, turning the slates the colour of pewter. It was still dark at half-past seven, on...
Sadly, the art of the mixtape
Posted on Mon, 11 May 2026
Sadly, the art of the mixtape is one of those traditional skills that is dying out.
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