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Manchester snow

By Matt Hill | Published: January 5, 2010
Manchester’s had more snow than anyone remembers. We woke to drifts a foot deep in places, and transport that scarcely worked. But there’s no meaningful way to write about snow without cliche — no point, even — not least when so many pictures have already coloured our day. The south’s next. Here’s hoping they have [...]
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Somewhere-in-Furness

By Matt Hill | Published: December 2, 2009
We overtake the ghost of winter floods on the motorway North – a lorry with Cockermouth written all over its flanks. Past Lancaster, and the digital boards start shouting about closed bridges. Later, while the night tips fully into black, we see a couple of dented road signs. And that’s all. We wind up staying [...]
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Canterbury tale

By Matt Hill | Published: October 26, 2009
I get into Canterbury East early evening, half expecting to find nothing but flower gardens, Chaucer graffiti and giddy vicars. Actually I don’t see a wrinkle for half an hour, surprised by the amount of road traffic, the number of fringes, and how green stuff is.
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Prague

By Matt Hill | Published: March 10, 2009
They say break a mirror and you’re looking at bad luck for seven years – but drink a hot chocolate in Prague and you’re looking at bad spots for twelve. That’s about the best way to sum up Prague. It’s all hyper-tourism meets snogging couples via beautiful, astonishing architecture. It’s the dregs of Communist fashion saying [...]
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Stockport

By Matt Hill | Published: January 25, 2009
I don’t really know if Stockport’s trying to be a city or a big town, and you get the idea that it doesn’t have a clue either. See, Stockport’s the bit that missed the toilet — bounced off the rim, the M60, the Manchester ringroad that is — and settled into the carpet halfway between the [...]
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The mannequin

By Matt Hill | Published: January 15, 2009
My mother’s road is a leafy provincial strip in a dying town. People have two cars, drink wine with their prozac, subscribe to Sky Sports and still think the internet’s biblical. It’s slippy when it’s cold and the train station wasn’t earmarked for improvements anyway, so nobody cares that Manchester voted against the conjection charge. It’s good if [...]
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Stonehenge

By Matt Hill | Published: June 11, 2007
Well the idea was to find Merlin and dress up as druids, or both. There were five of us and three rucksacks and too many bottles of water to worry about describing. I was dressed like a prannock and the plan was to go to Stonehenge and take pictures of other people taking pictures and prove to [...]
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