Part of the Present in the Past exhibition in Littondale, with oral history and music.

The Unintentional Eventual

The Ballard of Patsy and Malc

Townhead

Started during the American election in 2015, before Trump became President, at a time when the world seemed to be falling around about our ears.  Listening only four years later, as Trump leaves office, the news seems strangely different, though perhaps even more disastrous.

The Flat Earth Society

The poem is The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Eliot, read by the author.

Alright

Written after listening to The Magnetic North's 'Visions of Skelmersdale' - I was telling a friend I grew up with about the album, and he suggested I write an acoustic piece with the title 'Egerton' after the street we both grew up on in Skelmersdale in the 70s and 80s.  

For me and my parents, the New Town of Skelmersdale was a different world - a world of houses and gardens, green parks and open space, after moving from a flat on the 18th storey of a tower block in Liverpool (in the picture, now demolished) which we shared with my grandmother.  

However, when I met my wife nearly 20 years after moving away from Skelmersdale, it turned out strangely that her family were from the old town of Skelmersdale, and for them, the new town was a very different experience - one of destruction, loss of their beloved countryside, and invasion by hordes of Scouse Scallies as they called us.

The audio is from our respective mothers, telling us about their lives over the period Skelmersdale was built and new families started moving in.

Egerton

Poem is 'Top Deck' by Rebecca Ward-Dooley, read by the author.

Kenny's Crown