Frank Cottrell-Boyce’s Diary: Life without a smartphone, the Queen’s Scouse accent, and our need for etiquette
In Ireland, if someone dies you say: “Sorry for your loss.” Here it seems people are not sure how to act.
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In Ireland, if someone dies you say: “Sorry for your loss.” Here it seems people are not sure how to act.
By Frank Cottrell-BoyceMy uncles and my grandads were at sea. I always felt the call but liked my family, my city…
By Frank Cottrell-BoyceThere’s a haunting story by Leon Garfield about a clerk who sells seven years of his own life to…
By Frank Cottrell-BoyceIt was boredom that produced Thorn and hundreds of artists like her. Now that it’s gone we might miss…
By Frank Cottrell-BoyceTheir performance showed me that sincerity always beats irony.
By Frank Cottrell-BoyceYou wouldn’t invite Harvey Weinstein to a festival of films by great female directors. And you wouldn’t invite the Sun to Liverpool.
By Frank Cottrell-BoyceThe prose is so clear that it feels less like writing and more like a surrendering to memory itself.
By Frank Cottrell-BoyceIn 1969, Nelson was sentenced to life in prison for the murder of his own mother. When he was released, he…
By Frank Cottrell-BoyceRobert Macfarlane and Jackie Morris bring together enchanting and accessible poems and artwork.
By Frank Cottrell-Boyce