A year ago, on August 24, 2006, after much soul- and mind-searching and researching into the possible ups-and-downs of blogging, I took my online life in my hands and started Notebooks. I have long de...
Let’s imagine you live in a flat. It’s nice, warm and cosy, you’ve got a toilet and a refrigerator, a warm bed (even a hot-water bottle, perhaps), and, as it should be, thy home is thy castle. You sho...
I’ve only been a fan of Sir Elton John since the 1990s (due to my age, of course), and, like with many other great artists, I have missed a lot of really impressive performances. Some of these a...
There are many things you can find in Manchester that strike an unusual cord with you. For instance, I used to adore this wall painting in Northern Quarter, in Hare St. It requires no further musing, ...
The first Manchester International Festival may have ended, but not our talking about it. As the festival is planning to become Manchester’s own arts biennale, the organisers are waiting to rece...
As you might notice, some changes have occurred in the sidebar on Notebooks, thanks to Craig McGinty. Craig has given a helpful hand and advice to many a blogger out there, and I didn’t escape h...
The moments of tranquility and loneliness are likely to happen on a half-empty evening train, but a morning train can be an equally inspiring environment. A lot of people who take the 8.10 train from ...
As many a blog reader will agree, you never know what you find in blogosphere. Just like in any sphere, really. Blogosphere is your web Cosmos, and the last thing I read about our galaxy was that, unf...
I’m sitting at Cornerhouse in Manchester, on the first floor. There aren’t many people there yet, and I am fortunate to find myself by the window in the farthest corner. People are eating,...
Imagine this: you’ve been waiting to take a picture of something. You found a perfect angle, even conjured a title for your photo, but your precious sight is an object of adoration for too many ...