I never expected that we would buy a second home abroad and I never expected to write a book about it, but that is the joy of lifeâs journey. As one of my friends commented: âYou have now exorcised the agony and the ecstasy of being a part-time...
Read onDirector, Hazel Roy has worked with Thailand’s Moradokmai Theatre Community for over a decade. Much has changed over that time and, as her recent visit shows, the Community never fails to surprise, creating an irresistible draw that has her...
Read onSometime in the mid-1970s I, and about 90% of a fair-sized crowd, got to our feet to applaud and then cheer, not a football match or a âliveâ show, but a film. Whatâs more, this wasnât Hollywood or a West End premiere. This was a matinee at the...
Read onFor every small child, the world is like a pile of jigsaw pieces without a picture showing you how the finished job is meant to look. Worse, than that, whenever you think youâre starting to fit a bit of it together, make sense of it, some adult...
Read onEvent organiser Liz Taylor, aka the Millionaire Party Planner, has been a leader in luxury party planning for more than 35 years. She talks to Quays Life about delving into her little black book of celebrity clients to launch a brand a new podcast...
Read onA friend of mine once ruined his parentsâ Christmas morning by throwing a blue strop because the tricycle theyâd saved for months to buy him didnât have the boot that heâd so clearly explained to them was essential. The boot was the bit where he was...
Read onThe second time I was stopped in the street for questioning by the police, was not an ordeal. It was a bright spring morning. I was walking away from Bolton town centre, on my way to teach a class at the Chadwick campus of Bolton Institute of Higher...
Read onâHi-yo, Silver, away!â the Lone Ranger used to cry at the end of each episode. Silver, as the name suggests was a magnificent grey horse, the trusty steed of one of the most popular heroes of childrenâs TV in the 1950s and early 60s. I imagine this...
Read onMy mumâs Auntie Nora and her husband, Uncle Ben, really, really loved each other. However, their deep and enduring mutual affection might not have been immediately obvious to anyone just listening in. I called round once, unexpectedly, just after...
Read onThe first place we lived in after I was born was an ancient stone cottage, with walls four feet thick, property of the printing and dyeing factory in Bradshaw, where my dad worked at the time. I was not quite three-years-old when the factory closed...
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