My future was described to me in detail by a brisk man, in a town famous for making carpets
“You’re Ian McMillan!” he says, his finger jabbing the air between me and him. I nod. “You’re a poet!” he says. His…
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As the strangers approach the bed, I wonder if this could be a moment of great gentleness
I don’t know what to do. In my old T-shirt and M&S pants, I don’t know what to do.
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In South Yorkshire, no-one notices an ex-miner and schoolboy reading poetry aloud
It’s 1971 and I’m 15 years old, reading Dylan Thomas. Then I run in to George.
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A mine romance: remembering Maurice Dobson and Fred Halliday
In a South Yorkshire mining village in the 1960s, a gay couple were not just accepted but celebrated by…
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The essence of a place is in its name
In our nature column, Ian McMillan visits Cat Hill, Jump and other eccentrically named locations.
ByIn search of feral apples and underground men
My village, just outside Barnsley on the A635, used to supply the workers for lots of coal mines: Darfield…
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