Instead of building up, people should build down. It’s underground! Continue reading
It’s rather unusual to see something unusual in Oswaldtwistle. We’ve had an Ossywood sign propped up in a field and a man involved with a horse on an intimate level (wasn’t me), but other than that everything stays still. The butchers don’t sell special meat and the residents don’t take part in pogo stick beatings (That’s Blackburn). So when something is off, it’s really off. Like the chalk hands on the floor, pointing into the dark side of the Twistle. Continue reading
Fully booked, you just can’t see them. But they’re there, you can tell by the sudden chills that shuffle on by. And when something starts stroking your leg… just me?
Thanks to Janine Simone for capturing the emptiness of the cinema. It’s just like those adverts with the creaky chairs and dusty customers. Brr.