Jarvis Cocker’s first Sheffield gig for five years was my first visit to ‘The Plug’, a club complex reminiscent of Rock City, had it been built 25 years later without a balcony. The place was rammed and we didn’t bother trying to get a drink, but had a terrific view. The big change, now that Jarvis is solo, is that he gives his repartee full range (last time I saw him in Sheffield, with Pulp ten years ago, the old City Hall acoustics meant nobody could hear the jokes). So, although he only had the (patchy) new album to play, the set was stretched out with a load of humour, ranging from the early ‘be nice, me mam’s here’ to a bunch of local references…

This year’s holiday reading post is rather earlier than usual as we’ve just (a jetlagged week ago) returned from a long break timed to celebrate the end of my research leave and the beginning of Sue’s (I had a very productive period, thanks very much). David Peace – The Damned United Not read Peace’s earlier novels but the word of mouth on this was so good I had to check it out: a cleverly constructed, engrossing account of Brian Clough’s 44 days as manager of Leeds United combined with flashbacks of his managerial career up to then. You don’t need to be a football fan to enjoy this. The Clough voice convinces, allowing you to love him and understand what a nightmare he could be…

Every year, we put together a best of year CD for a few of our friends (and if you’re one of them, you may wish to look away until your copy arrives) and, last year, I posted a set of sleeve notes online, an indulgence which I’m going to permit myself again (I’ll update daily until complete). Non muscially minded readers, scroll down to find out more about Young Adult Fiction. Or you can visit my myspace where the song currently streaming is my favourite B side of the year (why not open another browser window, then you can listen to it as you read this…) The photo on the left is the cover photo, Brighid at Tate Modern earlier this year, with Rachel Whiteread…

If I didn’t already write for a living, I’d be tempted to make this a music blog, with lots of downloads and reviews, so, a warning – the rest of this year will be devoted to music. Since the advent of cheap cdr copies and bittorrent, there’s more music coming into my house than I can keep up with on hi-fi, car stereo or iPod. And, while I’m on research leave, there’s no bar to my going to as many gigs as possible, especially on Monday and Wednesday evenings, when I’d normally be teaching. Who cares how long the drive, it gives me the opportunity to catch up on Bob Dylan’s Theme Time Radio Hour shows (highlights of the last week, ‘Radio’ and ‘School’). This…

I’ve just submitted my blog for One Day In History, the mass blog about what people were up to three days ago. You can submit until October 30th and doubtless it’s searchable. But here’s a bit of what I wrote. I went to the first in a season of poetry readings organised by my close friend, poet, publisher and critic, John Lucas. The Flying Goose Café only seats a couple of dozen people and John fills it several times a year. Tonight, there were three poets: my NTU colleague Catherine Byron, John Hartley Williams from Berlin and Peter Porter, from London and Australia. When I was teaching Peter’s poems, twenty years ago, I never imagined that we would become friends, but he was, until last…