Tuesday, 26 July 2016
Day 4 of the 21st annual Manchester Jazz Festival saw lots of free events, which are always a great opportunity to try something new. I really enjoyed The Firebird Quartet and there were some other great bands too. A well attended day with plenty of good food and drink too, but the usual dearth of female musicians. Why are so may jazz ensembles male-only? It's 2016 not 1956...
Monday, 25 July 2016
Sunday, 10 July 2016
Park life, bike, smartphone, sunshine and all is right with the world. I am off on my holidays so won't be posting at Mancunian Wave for 10 days or so. If you are missing me then you can follow my updates on Instagram at ChrissyCurlz.
Saturday, 9 July 2016
Friday, 8 July 2016
The weekend is here! The Joseph Brotherton statue- he was a pioneering vegetarian in the 18th & 19th centuries- by the River Irwell on my walk home tonight In 1805 he joined the Salford Swedenborgian Church. The church, led by William Cowherd, was renamed the Bible Christian Church in 1809. In 1816 Cowherd died, and Brotherton became a minister. The church required abstention from the eating of meat or drinking of alcohol. In 1812 Martha Brotherton was the author of Vegetable Cookery, an early vegetarian cookbook.
Thursday, 7 July 2016
Wednesday, 6 July 2016
Love On The Dole from 5-9 July at Islington Mill.
A powerful and moving piece of theatre (a promenade performance) which started at Islington Mill and later took to the streets of Salford with the audience participating in a re-enactment of the 1931 Battle of Bexley Square. Amazing performance by the Salford Community Theatre, based on the book (I hesitate to say novel, as it was sadly all too true to life) by Walter Greenwood. It was a film too, in 1941, with Deborah Kerr that was banned.
Tuesday, 5 July 2016
Monday, 4 July 2016
Sunday, 3 July 2016
Saturday, 2 July 2016
Friday, 1 July 2016
Look Down is this month's theme and here we are on a balloon flight the other week.We took off from afield next to Hack Green secret nuclear bunker near Nantwich in Cheshire and drifted into Shropshire. In the over privileged part of the world are all used to flying and seeing the world like this, but for me the most amazing aspect was the sound. You could hear all things form below in all directions at once, over a vast distance. Children playing, birdsong, farm yard animals in fields and even the rustling of the trees as we blew over copses. A fascinating experience.