Pressing Problems (Momentum)

Ritchie Hunter gives his take on a ‘one off’(not typical) workshop during four packed days at the Black-E of friendly, informative and inspiring events.

The main hall in the Black-E is full to overflowing; this has become a regular occurrence throughout the days of the ‘The World Transformed’. This session is called ‘What is Momentum for?” and participants sit in groups, at tables. We’ve been given five minutes to introduce ourselves to the other eight members of our group. (more…)


The light shone through the exquisite stained windows in the Nordic Church as effortless jazz bounced around every wall. This church was alive with spontaneity as talented musicians strutted their musical prowess; the atmosphere resembling a temporary beautiful community that I did not anticipate, but wholly appreciated. The poetry in the room was magnetic and we all followed the force that is community. (more…)

Low Moods and High Towns

My occupational health lady, diagnosed me as low mood, but it’s definitely not depression she added, before signing me off work for another month. I first felt relief, I’ve got a title, but instantaneously, I deflated as I strolled through the streets of High Town in my low mood. Low mood and high towns, a conflict of moods, “but I feel okay”, I say to myself, before the smile melts away. (more…)

Memoirs of a Breck Road Buck

When Mr Carson came home he’d nailed his tin hat
to the pillar outside their newsagents shop,
an advert to the neighbourhood that he was back,
reclaiming his life and all that he’d defended.
They sold papers, and ciggies, and sweets of every colour,
my nose pressed against the shiny glass counter,
the smell of sweetness and temptation.
Then, one day, my mother said, ‘Rationing’s ended’. (more…)

The many stages of grief

Walking through the picturesque village of Port Sunlight on the Wirral, I noticed a well-dressed elderly man wearing a suit and tie, plus waistcoat and jacket, he was also walking his dog, this image portrayed a proud man, still enjoying life in beautiful surroundings, but today, I am visiting my terminally ill father, this historic village serves only to remind me of decreasing life. (more…)