
Clayton Hartley: Speakeasy By Candlelight
After twenty years in magazines, he fell into conversation outside a party, hatched a pretend speakeasy, and gave it six…

After twenty years in magazines, he fell into conversation outside a party, hatched a pretend speakeasy, and gave it six…

He gave up a place at art college to win a £50 bet with his father, which led him to…

He asked his despairing games master whether he might try fencing, scrawled spy stories in a stained-glass library, and grew…

There was a grand piano in the shed. There was a childhood split between Beaconsfield and Beverly Hills, a foxtrot…

In 1986, a computer technician from Port Talbot climbed into a bath of baked beans and stayed there for a…

Before the banjolele there was an indie dance band, a dandy punk group that sang about sherry and ultra-violence, a…

A boy who watched beetles cross the grass rather than climb the trees grew into a poet, cartoonist, songwriter and…

He emptied his grandfather's shed to build an imaginary chocolate-biscuit machine. Forty years on, he is still doing much the…

One of them wrote a Reformation rap battle between Luther and Leo X. The other canoed under the Rialto singing…

He stuffed a dead pigeon and got the legs on backwards. She waded into the river at Hebden Bridge to…

She spent a year at art school under her married name, saying nothing. Then she turned out the lights.