This week I was asked what my Desert Island Discs would be. Unfortunately, it wasn’t by Kirsty Young. For the longest time, I have thought about what my eight songs, one book and one luxury item would be if I were cast adrift on a desert island, but until now, nobody had asked me. The…… Continue reading Desert Island Discs.
…and with a day to spare in Manchester I found myself setting out on another of my little musical pilgrimages. I once visited Paris to visit Jim Morrison’s grave. I took freelance jobs in Liverpool and London so I could chase the ghost of The Beatles around their hometown and their Studio 2. This time…… Continue reading Salford Lads’ Club.