Columns

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Grazia: A Month After The Manchester Attack, Here’s What I’ve Learnt

This column first appeared in Grazia When cultural icon and godfather of the city’s prolific music scene Antony H Wilson declared, “This is Manchester, we do things differently here” it stuck. Graffitied on walls in the trendy Northern Quarter and plastered on welcoming billboards at the Airport, the city wears

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By darrylmorris

The Dog Party

This column first appeared in the Lancashire Evening Post I have been invited to a Dog’s birthday party and I am livid. I can barely muster the enthusiasm to get dressed up and celebrate a human friend’s birthday these days – now I have to pretend to enjoy socialising with

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By darrylmorris

West Side Story on Steroids

This column first appeared in the Lancashire Evening Post. It is Monday and I am at the gym. As achievements go, this is up there with that time I made it through an entire episode of University Challenge without ripping my own head off. I will be honest with you;

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By darrylmorris

The Obstacles of a Day Off – LEP

This column first appeared in the Lancashire Evening Post Its 9.30am on Friday and Friday is my day off. No radio shows today and my inbox sits proudly clear. My iPad rests on the kitchen worktop, staring at me and flirting with my self imposed digital detox. Apparently, it’s good

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By darrylmorris

The World Is My Playground – LEP

This column first appeared in the Lancashire Evening Post... It’s a bleak Monday morning and I’m cutting my way through the driving rain to meet a friend I had agreed to meet before checking the weather. I didn’t like this friend that much. I’d call them an acquaintance. We’d been

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By darrylmorris

LEP: The Bus Ride

This column first appeared in the Lancashire Evening Post.   It is Tuesday and I am on a bus that smells like wee. Because that’s what people do on Tuesdays, they wee on busses. I let the old lady on first as we board and make an effort to be

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By darrylmorris

A Night on the Street

This column first appeared in the Lancashire Evening Post. It was 4am on a night so cold it felt like the piercing of a knife. A blurred vision came into focus as I lifted my head from the paving slabs I’d come to call home. A silhouette of a man

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By darrylmorris

Lancashire Evening Post: I Want My Country Back

Sometime in the future, a long-since retired Theresa May will be found in a supermarket aisle clutching a packet of biscuits and squealing, “biscuits mean biscuits!” It has begun at pace. The panicked looking government ministers, the endless newspaper speculation and Andrew Marr only just restrained against ripping his own

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By darrylmorris

Fracking and the Polluting of Democracy

Today, government minister, Sajid Javid, overruled Lancashire County Council’s decision to reject Fracking in it’s community and gave two fingers to the people of Lancashire. Earlier in the year, I wrote this article in the Lancashire Evening Post as the council deliberated the decision and those with vested interests attempted to

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By darrylmorris

Lancashire Evening Post – Sean, One Year On…

Just short of a year later, the late summer mugginess hung in the air. Intrusive and uncomfortable, it niggled at you with every step as you fought your way through the rotting stench of sun drenched bins, overflowing on to the high street. My heart skipped a beat as I spotted

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By darrylmorris