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On a walk along the promenade in the rain. The label (which is a little smudged) reads Graffiti Grannies... check them out

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Jarvis Cocker - "Further Complications"

I am 6ft. Thats pretty tall. Immediately people think I'm poised and graceful which is great but this is more realistic;

Stardust Memories | Project blogs | Artists talking | a-n

Stardust Memories | Project blogs | Artists talking | a-n

When its grey and cloudy listen to Tune Yards and look at Annabel Dover,

http://www.annabeldover.com

Her work is on show at the Grundy Art Gallery in Blackpool.

Blackpool and particularly the area I live in (Bispham) is full of odd little 1920s-40s architecture. Compact little apartment blocks, flat roof houses and the public library... pictures will follow.

My bedroom and base

Diary of a Nobody

In amidst the scandal books of the Victorian era George Grossmith wrote The Diary of a Nobody. It is a narrative of stark banality, following the everyday happenings of Charles Pooter. My OUP edition reliably informs us that Pooter is the 'English archetype. anxious, accident-prone, occasionally waspish... (he) epitomizes English Suburban life'. Well yes he does. Although what this should suggest to you is that the narrative is incredibly boring. From encounters with workmen to petty competition with the neighbours it serves as evidence that nothing much changes, one generation takes over the concerns of the other seamlessly. As down in the mouth as all that seems it is not a bad book, brilliantly written and funny, Weedon Grossmith's illustrations pick-up on all the nuances of George's narratives. It has provided a small spring of inspiration.

Moving home from the hectic whirlwind of university to the quiet and foreign realm of my hometown has made be think again over this book. University offers a capsule of responsibility and independence which offers anyone willing incredible opportunities but outside that dome those things which were so important fall by. A new year's committee takes your place. I am not so sad about this. I had a wonderful time and am happy to be moving on. I have things to look forward to come September but just for now, for these 2 months, I have Blackpool.

To this strange nutshell of nostalgia and neglect I return. It really is a lovely place, if you know where to look, at the moment I don't but I am looking. Going to university in York perhaps has spoilt me but it is also encouraged me to find what it is that is good about Blackpool. To start we have a tower and some amazing buildings. No manor houses, castles, cathedrals or ancient libraries but sites of popular culture. Sites of my family's history.

Back to Diary of a Nobody... this might be inconsequential, the details trivial but like the character of Charles Pooter this is life experienced by the majority, why not shine a light on its nuances to find difference?

So here I go, looking

Starting this to keep me occupied during my time back at home in Blackpool. Keeping my mind working whilst sorting life post-undergraduate degree.