24/05/2017 § 1 Comment
This is the place
In the north-west of England. It’s ace, it’s the best
And the songs that we sing from the stands, from our bands
Set the whole planet shaking.
Our inventions are legends. There’s nowt we can’t make, and so we make brilliant music
We make brilliant bands
We make goals that make souls leap from seats in the stands
And we make things from steel
And we make things from cotton
And we make people laugh, take the mick sommat rotten
And we make you at home
And we make you feel welcome and we make summat happen
And we can’t seem to help it
And if you’re looking from history, then yeah we’ve a wealth
But the Manchester way is to make it yourself.
And make us a record, a new number one
And make us a brew while you’re up, love, go on
And make us feel proud that you’re winning the league
And make us sing louder and make us believe that this is the place that has helped shape the world
And this is the place where a Manchester girl named Emmeline Pankhurst from the streets of Moss Side led a suffragette city with sisterhood pride
And this is the place with appliance of science, we’re on it, atomic, we struck with defiance, and in the face of a challenge, we always stand tall, Mancunians, in union, delievered it all
Such as housing and libraries and health, education and unions and co-ops and first railway stations
So we’re sorry, bear with us, we invented commuters. But we hope you forgive us, we invented computers.
And this is the place Henry Rice strolled with rolls, and we’ve rocked and we’ve rolled with our own northern soul
And so this is the place to do business then dance, where go-getters and goal-setters know they’ve a chance
And this is the place where we first played as kids. And me mum, lived and died here, she loved it, she did.
And this is the place where our folks came to work, where they struggled in puddles, they hurt in the dirt and they built us a city, they built us these towns and they coughed on the cobbles to the deafening sound to the steaming machines and the screaming of slaves, they were scheming for greatness, they dreamed to their graves.
And they left us a spirit. They left us a vibe. The Mancunian way to survive and to thrive and to work and to build, to connect, and create and greater ― Manchester’s greatness is keeping it great.
And so this is the place now with kids of our own. Some are born here, some drawn here, but all call it home.
And they’ve covered the cobbles, but they’ll never defeat, all the dreamers and schemers who still teem through these streets.
Because this is a place that has been through some hard times: oppressions, recessions, depressions, and dark times.
But we keep fighting back with greater Manchester spirit. Northern grit, northern wit, and greater Manchester’s lyrics.
And these hard times again, in these streets of our city, but we won’t take defeat and we don’t want your pity.
Because this is a place where we stand strong together, with a smile on our face, greater Manchester forever.
And we’ve got this place where a team with a dream can get funding and something to help with a scheme.
Because this is a place that understands your grand plans. We don’t do “no can do” we just stress “yes we can”
Forever Manchester’s a charity for people round here, you can fundraise, donate, you can be a volunteer. You can live local, give local, we can honestly say, we do charity different, that Mancunian way.
And we fund local kids, and we fund local teams. We support local dreamers to work for their dreams. We support local groups and the great work they do. So can you help us. help local people like you?
Because this is the place in our hearts, in our homes, because this is the place that’s a part of our bones.
Because greater Manchester gives us such strength from the fact that this is the place, we should give something back.
Always remember, never forget, forever Manchester.
Tony Walsh, 2017
21/05/2017 § Leave a comment
Submitting to men we love is the closest us atheist submissives will ever get to worshipping god.
08/07/2014 § 1 Comment
- Perform at a burlesque night
- Perform at comedy open mic/amateur night
- Perform a pole dance routine to an audience
- Read a story or poem I’ve written myself out loud to a group of people
- Record a song, including backing track
- Handstand and headstand for 10 seconds unsupported
- Be able to do front and box splits
- Take self defence classes to basic level
- Create a piece of public/guerilla art
- Write and publish a novel, collection of short stories or anthology of poems
- Be able to read tarot in a reasonably fluent way
- Go on a spontaneous holiday or roadtrip with someone
- Be able to plank for one minute
- Go skinny dipping
- Have a midnight picnic
- Make and sell something I’m really proud of
- Go to a festival with my boyfriend
- Make vegan seitan and portobello mushroom stroganoff
04/07/2013 § Leave a comment
I heard him first as a child, singing ‘Suzanne’ on a tape. I was too young to have a view of the world which understood the correlation between the singers on the tape to each other, or the relationship between them and the world. Later, I heard his most famous song repeatedly but did not know it was him, and again did not know the context. Later still I heard poems by him I thought beautiful and found he was the singer of ‘Suzanne’ and the most famous song. Individual things gained context, and my view of the past shifted.
18/11/2012 § 1 Comment
‘They’re not so bad’
‘Maybe not for you’
‘You’re just letters on paper, I’m the real deal’
‘We’re both letters on paper, what makes you more real than me?’
‘It’s just the way it is’
‘You’re wrong, we’re equal’
‘Maybe to the unknowing viewer, but don’t you feel it?’
‘Now you say so… I do feel rather 2D’
‘Like I said, I’m more real’
‘I don’t like being less real’
‘Don’t worry about it, you’re here to stay’
‘Not necessarily, the writer could always change this so you’re talking to yourself’
‘Or change it so you’re talking to yourself. But… she won’t, the whole point is there’s two of us conversing, she’s talking to herself in her head’
‘Why am I less real?’
‘Because the writer can hardly comprehend being two different people at once as it is so different from her singular self. It’s easy for her to imagine dialogue between two different people who are the same person. But she is unable to stop herself from becoming more attached to one half of the conversation and imagining that as the ‘real’ person’
‘Oh. Do all people assign a stronger and more real identity to one of their voices because of this reason, or just our lady?’
‘No idea, and it’s just bad luck she chose me over you, sorry’
‘It’s alright, as long as I don’t disappear’