Stateless, scrawny James Joyce and his mistressmusewife, Nora Barnacle, were waiting for a number eleven omnibus in the Perry Barr district of Birmingham. It was twenty-six days, five months and one hundred and four years after 16th June 1904, although they didn’t necessarily spend all that time waiting for a bus. At what precise location [...]
I’ve been tagged by my new pal, the smart and feisty local Blogging journo Joanna Geary. I suppose I should explain what the Hell that means. Jon Bounds of the excellent Birmingham: It’s Not Shit website (they of the recent Spotted Dog Pub Landlord John Tighe-winning Brummie of the Year Awards) has come up with [...]
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Dirty Bristow issue 2 features stuff by me and is On Sale Now
