1980s

If you spend any amount of time on public transport, particularly in our anti-social, paranoid, abrasive capital city, you'll notice that the vast majority of people neither talk nor look at each other and instead opt to waste away their existences in the soul-destroying cesspool of social media, angry birds, BBC iPlayer and other such pointlessly depressing activities found on smart phones.
Johnny Rogan's 1992 biography of The Smiths' leading duo and subsequent fall out is a big seller and the definitive take on one of the 80's best loved and most missed bands, at least until Johnny Marr and/or Morrissey release definitive autobiographies. It also has the potential to make a great biopic.
I started the book pre-disposed to hate it, and read it through a haze of increasing envy and rage. It was very good, and she probably wasn't in the year above at all, but had just spent more of her time writing, and less watching ANTM.
History, we are told, is always repeating itself - and it feels to me like we're currently in an early '80s-lite period, at least in politics.
This post is part of a weekly series of 'link-up' Posts which reflect on life's journey, old memories and family stories
This post is part of a weekly series of 'link-up' Posts called 'Life's a Journey' which reflect on old memories and family
After a series of total tech fails I've finally given in and gone all out for Apple. It's bye bye PC laptop - I will miss your easy backspace key - and HELLO sexy new MacBook Pro.
There was a time, obviously before the arrival of Loaded magazine, when I deliberately avoided behaving in a laddish or blokey way because it was trendier to be camp. I was a drama student in the early 1980s. Enough said.
Before iPhones, iPads, Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, Google+, Nintendo and Playstations were even thought of, there were
Perhaps the most astonishing thing about Willie Christie is that his career as a fashion photographer spans little more than