I owe my life to a second-hand bookshop
Once upon a time a young woman opened a bookshop…
Record Store Day – Here’s to Revolver Records, Bristol.
As a teenager in the eighties my hometown seemed blessed with a surprising variety of record shops, but I always saw Revolver as the one true emporium of cool.
The Narroways
We knew it wasn’t ours – considered it on loan,
sliver of old wild earth made common ground,
swallowed by city, only partially digested,
an accidental place, become essential.
Richly Evocative 