I’m Anne Louise Kershaw a freelance writer; Music Editor of Blankpages and Manchester's Finest & I write for Guardian Northerner and Clash Magazine amongst others . I'm Senior Editorial & Designer for Carel Press.
This is my blog where I write about music, theatre, fashion, arts & culture, gender & equality. Every time I blog I post a picture because i'm obsessed with my camera.
- My teardrop exodus genius was doing so well, then heaven 17 temptation came on!! Forwarded on to 'into the valley' 13 minutes ago
- Made a genius playlist from Teardrop Explodes' 'Reward' it is VERY much doing the trick!! 25 minutes ago
- RT @BlankMedia: @MIFestival Artist call-out tinyurl.com/d7lcgvr & contributors tinyurl.com/cefpea5 exhibition/book/event Deadline 27/… 1 hour ago
- RT @alt_J: Mancunians, go and see @lilgoldenbook aka Princess Chelsea at the Deaf Institute tonight? Yes. 2 hours ago
- Exclusive interview with Skin from Skunk Anansie
- Twitter: Procrastination, productivity and pain
- The drawbacks of Twitter bitching
- The Accrington Pals, Royal Exchange Manchester. Bitter, brutal and beautiful!
- Rats’ Tales at Manchester’s Royal Exchange Theatre
- The Country Wife at the Royal Exchange
- I interview Shell Zenner – The godmother of new music
- Bringing classical music out of the concert hall and into the art world!
- I discuss ‘Madchester’ with Dave Haslam
- Blank Media Collective Projector Series
Tag Archives: The Royal Exchange
It is fitting that Manchester’s Royal Exchange theatre begin the New Year by closing its winter season with ‘The Accrington Pals’ as themes of opportunity and finality, new horizons and brutal endings rifle through it. Inspired in part by a … Continue reading
On the whole, a play by Strindberg (1849-1912) is never going to be a day at the races, though if you count the two tragic deaths at this year’s Grand National, then maybe it is. A prolific writer who often … Continue reading
Now I’m fond of a bit of retro styling (80’s trash, early 60’s Rock & Roll fash, 40’s tailoring etc), but while I like to stylistically look back, I am under no ‘good old days’ delusion, style or otherwise. For … Continue reading
Oh the joys of pre-bought tickets. Last weekend started with Eggs Royal with my lovely friend Toni at Teacup in town. This was good because it meant a diary entry of “Toni, Teacup, 10”, (alliteratively meaning good conversation, warmth and … Continue reading