Here’s a blog by an old friend of mine Ellis – including some pics of Barrow – the town where I’m from – and some tales of yore.
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An old work friend of mine, Chris Hill, commented on this blog earlier. He mentioned how some of my photographs of Morecambe remind him of his home town, Barrow-in-Furness, Cumbria.
I’m sorry for sticking the ‘Cumbria’ in there. Especially if you don’t need telling where Barrow-in-Furness is. People from “Barrow-in-Furness, Cumbria,” have a habit of saying: “Barrow-in-Furness, Cumbria,” in full, because of the continuing national ignorance as to whereabouts it actually is.
Anyway, Chris Hill was a hero of mine about 2o years ago. Because to me, as a 17-year-old, Chris was the Coolest Crime Reporter known to man. To the women in the office, he was like some Matinee Student idol (if there is such a thing).
A chestnut brown, Morrissey-inspired quiff, long studenty coat and first dibs on the office copy of the NME as the music correspondent, set him apart. Chris could be a…
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