1980s Bristol – music, art and demons

As I grew older, I slowly began to drift down the hill from my school to St. Pauls, and as a creative person, it sparked my neurons.  Houses were painted brighter colours, music was played louder, food smelt and tasted better, people laughed a lot and partied. It was a hell of an awakening.

You can take the girl out of Bristol…

A trip down memory lane yesterday, as I pounded the pavement in Bristol taking in some Banksy’s that weren’t there when I last lived there, and Grayson Perry at the Arnolfini that wasn’t there before either.  I was going to write a long eloquent piece about the changing face of Stokes Croft and what it…