The kindness of strangers

* Trying to carry on with business as usual feels a bit like fiddling while Rome is burning at this point. But this story isn’t so much for you – although I hope you’ll find resonance within it – as it is for me. Because I need to be reminded of the inherent goodness of… Continue reading The kindness of strangers


My culture, my home

This was supposed to be a maudlin, melancholy post. I'd been preparing it, almost bracing myself for it, for a few weeks, coming up with all sorts of anguished things to write as I waited for the event that took place this past Saturday. But Saturday has come and gone, and now that it's time to… Continue reading My culture, my home

In pictures

Wow. That's the only word I can think of to describe the response I received to my last post. The Sleeping Souls, wonderful guys that they are, read it and thought it summed up the atmosphere surrounding the Frank Turner family well enough that they shared it with their fans. And then Frank himself shared it. That post… Continue reading In pictures