Blog: Why this bridge brings back all my yesterdays
Even though it was getting dark and objects were turning into dim and hazy shapes, the light would remain switched off because "you wouldn't want to waste electricity, would you?"
Even though it was getting dark and objects were turning into dim and hazy shapes, the light would remain switched off because "you wouldn't want to waste electricity, would you?"
“I got quite a shock, I can tell you. But she seemed completely unperturbed,” So explains John Holding as he tells me of the day he saw pop star Lulu in the nude writes Phil Gillam.
It can be a little disconcerting when you’re lying there in agony and your doctor seems far more interested in your train set than he is in you.
Shrewsbury’s rather grand, certainly imposing, and perhaps even just a little bit frightening Shelton Hospital is facing an uncertain future writes Phil Gillam.
The pretty twinkling fairylights of Christmas are once again being switched off beneath the grey, grey skies of January, and we all must march on – hopefully with optimism, a sense of excitement, and a spring in our step – into another new year packed to overflowing with possibilities writes Phil Gillam.
Shrewsbury was made for Christmas. Don’t let anyone tell you anything different writes Phil Gillam.
Petrified paintpots! Crystallised cheesecakes! What a super-wacko-sonic idea! At least that’s how young Jennings might have reacted to the way in which Shrewsbury’s Wakeman School is readying itself to leave our county town a fantastic artistic legacy writes Phil Gillam.
Like Scrooge, I too have been visited by three spirits. Although, in my case, they were the Ghost of Shrewsbury Past, the Ghost of Shrewsbury Present, and the Ghost of Shrewsbury Yet To Come writes Phil Gillam.
Our football boots, caked in the mud of Frankwell recreation grounds, had been crammed with the rest of our kit into our battered shoulder bags writes Phil Gillam.
We are a mere 10 days away from the anniversary of The Empire writes Phil Gillam.
In architecture, as in all things, a little white lie is often better than the truth writes Phil Gillam.
A man went into a pet shop and explained to the proprietor that he needed a parrot because he was playing the part of Long John Silver in the local amateur dramatic society’s latest production writes Phil Gillam.
We human beings are a funny lot. Believe it or not there are plenty of people out there who wouldn’t dream of curling up in front of an episode of Thunderbirds or Captain Scarlet writes Phil Gillam.
Okay. I’ll be honest with you. St Paul’s Cathedral it is not. And, frankly, it’s somewhat unlikely that anyone has ever stood back from the old bus garage in Ditherington and sighed in quiet admiration or said to their companion: “Wow! Just look at that. Isn’t it lovely?” writes Phil Gillam.
Not all of Shrewsbury is beautiful. Not all of Shrewsbury is elegant and refined. How could it be?
That wrecking ball, I fear, is being prepared, and – if you listen very carefully – you might even hear the bulldozers revving up writes Phil Gillam.
Stick around long enough and little miracles happen – like new life slowly being breathed into the long-derelict Abbey Foregate railway station writes Phil Gillam.
Phil Gillam begins his weekly blog on all things Shrewsbury with a look at the folk festival and the steam rally - two events that fought for his attention last weekend.