For those in the North of England: do you ever take a look at the music scene and feel a little down when you see the array of festivals and shows taking place? Don’t, there is just as much going on around here, you just need to know where to look. Or just let Getintothis do the work for you.
The North, Liverpool especially, is rife with music acts, from big bands, psychedelic festivals and hidden gems taking place across the year. Getintothis can guide you to the best, usually before anyone else, and with a dollop of charm so you don’t feel like you’re reading a barrage of carefully worded press releases.
It’s a far brighter place than this bleak little channel, that’s for sure. People sing, people dance. On Channel Static, people just shuffle whilst looking at their feet, and they aren’t even gazing.
I was told to get a house plant to give me something to look after. If I started looking after the plant, which was a cacti, I’d start looking after myself. That was the idea, and for a time it was an idea which worked. The plant stayed healthy, I pricked my fingers a few times, but I also stayed healthy. The two of us were on the up! I’d get out of bed before 11 a.m. And even wave to the postman.
But one day the cacti gave up, no matter how much I watered it, and I wasn’t quite sure what to do. So I decided to talk to the cacti, encourage it to be alive. Continue reading →
We all sat around the table for Thanksgiving, we all being myself and my son, Timothy. November was coming to an end, and it was time to give thanks. Giving thanks around a table with a turkey in the centre was fairly new to Timothy. He was used to November being a month of burning things and respecting war heroes, not thanking farmers.
He said he didn’t understand why we’ d have to thank farmers, when most of the food isn’t even from farmers anymore, it’s all made in a lab. Even the turkey in the centre was a clone of a clone, and came out perfectly from a tin can. So he thought we should thank the scientists.
It was ten seconds till the end of 2015. Spirits were high, in a literal and spiritual sense, as was I.
I grabbed a can of beer in anticipation, even though I’d be downing them all night it would still feel special. People were making their way outside of the house. David’s fingers twitched as he eyed up the fireworks set into the grass. He had a missing finger due to a rogue firework one Bonfire’s night. It didn’t blow out the fuse that was his enthusiasm for rockets and sparks. Continue reading →