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12:31pm Tuesday 30th April 2013
“MUM, can I please have another £5?” I suspected my daughter wouldn’t be satisfied with the set of pictures she had just ordered from the instant photo booth. She didn’t just dislike them, but recoiled in horror when they slid out of the machine.
9:52am Tuesday 30th April 2013
12:35pm Monday 29th April 2013
The leaves are bursting through on our hedgerows, there’s the odd gleam of sun, the nights are lighter, lily white legs are being aired by some brave I-don't-care-how-stupid-I-look souls as they don last year’s shorts. And the motor cycling fraternity is out in force on our country lanes and roads.
12:51pm Friday 26th April 2013
9:35am Thursday 25th April 2013
9:56am Tuesday 23rd April 2013
IT SOUNDS like the world’s worst dinner party line-up, but apparently it’s true. At the same time, a century ago, the same city was home to Stalin, Hitler, Trotsky, the future Marshal Tito of Yugoslavia and Sigmund Freud.
9:28am Tuesday 23rd April 2013
MY NEIGHBOUR Betty is always writing letters. When I pop over to her house, I often find her at the kitchen table penning the latest news to her nieces in America or her sister-in-law in South Africa.
11:56am Monday 22nd April 2013
9:46am Friday 19th April 2013
THE old analogy about how the traffic flows better when the lights aren’t working is often used as an illustrative point by those who wish to see less meddling from the Government or council in our day-to-day lives.
8:29am Thursday 18th April 2013
9:37am Tuesday 16th April 2013
THE local TV news showed some old home movie shots of Bradford the other night. I thought the wool city, stuck here in a time warp rather than the textile variety, looked brighter and busier than it does now; indeed, in better shape than it has for many a year.
9:34am Tuesday 16th April 2013
11:16am Monday 15th April 2013
10:04am Friday 12th April 2013
I DON’T ‘do’ gore. Not the on-screen kind, anyway. I can yank the giblets out of a chicken, but that’s for making stock, not offering up for sacrifice. Anything in HD with spurting arteries has me hiding behind a cushion, so the daughter’s obsession with zombies is proving divisive.
7:47am Friday 12th April 2013