It's finally happened. After a shuddering explosion that sounded as though someone had petrol-bombed the house, and with a similar accompanying burning smell, my washing machine has finally washed its last and gone out in a blaze of dripping-wet washing and a death-throe leap across the kitchen floor. We've been through a lot, me and … Continue reading Not built to last?
I live in an area, in Guardianista speak, of ‘post-industrial’ decline. An interesting catch-all phrase meaning an area that was once incredibly useful to the economy but which is now seen as a drain on it. A blip. A polyps. A carbuncle. Something the government wishes would disappear back under the rag rug from which … Continue reading Decline and fall