Category: Media

EE-k! The truth behind the internet and Britain’s rural life … The internet zooms if, like Putin, you want to nuke the world – but not if you call granny from your English country garden… Years ago now British governments clicked on the potent idea of super-fast broadband across the countryside from Ambridge to Middleton… Continue reading BROAD-BANNED IN VILLAGE OF DAMNED!

SEE VIDEO INSIDE: SHADES of the mindless consumerism of the hedonistic Sixties have hit the virtual streets of Dylan’s latest anniversary. Yep, a cyber-world ‘toy’ is our modern times equivalent of flesh-coloured Christs that glow in the dark… In his dotage Bob has faced up to the dawning of the New Age and flicked the… Continue reading DON’T LOOK BACK AS DYLAN’S RAY-BANS BECOME ANNIVERSARY’S 10 SECOND TREAT

Tough guys don’t dance when PA punches their lights out I am a Manc, a back street boy born to be tough. Moston was my teenage hunting ground. That’s North Manchester where footpaths were either made out of cobbles or broken bricks and windows. Suburbs of terraced houses, urban regeneration, mud holes and smoking guns.… Continue reading From back streets of Manchester to the glittering prizes, how parental alienation destroyed love and then dad…

Connaught boss Paddy brings Dylan’s work to his Chateau Kingdom in Provence Moston, Manchester 10, for whatever reason, was my life’s hometown. Grimy, dark, dreary and rainy. I don’t remember too much about it really, it was such a long time ago… I can still see though rundown cottages on Moston Lane, they were crumbing… Continue reading FAUX TRAIN COMING FROM BOB’S DREAMS OF IRON AND STEEL

How Minder star changed a bouffanted Manchester hard-man’s life When Dennis Waterman first punched his way on to our television screens, my mate Brian found a new lease of life. It was 1979 and Brian and I were fashion victims in hard-man ‘town’ Manchester… I was six feet five inches tall, but stack heels pushed… Continue reading Dennis WHAT-A-MAN

Dylan’s Hurricane is a song which, while factually a bit lacking, took on pomp, cruelty, American society, iniquity, the judiciary, justice, social conditions – and yes, RACISM I have been a professional writer all my working life – and one of the greatest writers today still has to be Bob Dylan, a chronicler of the… Continue reading Dark day in malice… dial ‘N’ for Nerds as BBC censors Dylan’s anti-racism anthem

Once, as I searched through the dusty old contacts book of a British eveningnewspaper I came across the home telephone number of Brigitte Bardot.St Tropez 271.Every so often, perhaps when I’d had a couple of beers too many, I’d dial it.Never got any answer, just an insistent and foreign-sounding bleat down theline. But somehow that… Continue reading Silence from St Tropez 271…

Police and family have been barred from opening Brady’s suitcase of secrets for decades … now new law gives them the key Alan Bennett says a new Parliamentary Bill will help him finally find the body of his brother, murdered by monsters Ian Brady and Myra Hindley more than 60 years ago. Brady, the madman… Continue reading Finally, we may find truth about my brother Keith – hope as new law set to reveal Brady’s locked-up evil

The chaps are at it again, putting the world’s wrongs to right #Portugal #hauntings #ghosts #transgender

Bob loves Elvis, no doubt. After all Elvis was the God of rock n roll, beautiful, handsome, sensual, wild, wiggly, outrageous and with a voice to sell your soul for. And Bob was at the crossroads. It was 1959 and Bob was in Fargo and was banging out ivory-clad bullets of rock for the Poor… Continue reading Why Dylan became as big as Elvis after meeting a man named Gray in Dinkytown