David Charters

Obituary: Jack Scott

SOME people think that fashion writers dictate what we wear. Maybe. But the man with the big teeth and bushy eyebrows was certainly in charge of bus-stop apparel. The unfurled umbrellas, pac-a-macs and galoshes were on parade because of him.Read

Obituary: Mitch Mitchell

WHEN rock musicians were gods, he perched in the highest heaven, slapping his skins in a style known as fusion because it borrowed from other traditions.Read

Obituary: Harold Cooper

IN AMERICA, home of rock and roll, milk bars, sulky teenagers and colas, they had Levis. Well, they always did have to do everything bigger and better than everyone else.Read

Obituary: Miriam Makeba

SHE was a dignified and passionate lady possessed of immense inner power, who became known as Mama Africa, as she sang to the world.Read

100 Faces with a story to tell

You’re just a face in the crowd until the man takes your photograph for posterity. David Charters reports on an electronic gallery.Read

IT WAS in the car after the funeral that the man told me the parable of the old guitar.

More than 30 years had gone since last I saw Pablo. He lived then in the high flats overlooking the docks. Everyone called him Pablo because he looked like a young soldier home from some Mexican revolution – with the hat, gaudy shirt, neckerchief, black hair and the slow-staring brown eyes, which settled in your soul, like the picture of a gambling man rocking lazily on his chair while checking the aces and jacks in his hand.Read

Obituary: Kevin Finnegan

TOWARDS the end, the great hands, which once flattened the faces of brave men and had added vivid touches to fine paintings, would rub the head of his old dog.Read

Obituary: Sydney Lucas

HE WILL not be remembered for what he did there, or even for being there because he arrived too late, but he will be remembered on the day of the Armistice for being willing to go there.Read

The men who provided an enduring image of Britain at war

A brief history of a Wirral Home Guard platoon has been republished to give us a poignant picture of the men defying Hitler. David Charters reportsRead

Doughty performer alongside Blue C

LAP-STYLE slide guitar player Tom Doughty joins Liverpool blues duo Blue C for a slide guitar feast at the monthly Blues On The Rock club at Fort Perch Rock, New Brighton, tomorrow.Read

Obituary: Madelyn Dunham

HE CALLED her “Toot”, the Hawaiian equivalent of nanna, and the boy certainly owed much to the lady who had taken him touring across the USA on a Greyhound bus.Read

Obituary: Louis “Studs” Terkel

DURING these momentous days for America, the great listener – the man, who, like a gardener, knew his country from its roots, through the flowers, weeds and sturdy plants – was dying in his city. They would have liked to hear his voice today, those tones matured in cigar smoke.Read

Obituary: Tony Hoare

WITH his titfer set at a cheeky angle over arching eyebrows, the young man, who had regularly raised his arm to the teachers’ questions, was likely to succeed at something. The question was what.Read

‘MOST human endeavours are either futile or ridiculous,” I whispered to myself, while “herding” our two rabbits, Milly and Molly, from the lawn to their hutch, using an old yard brush, which they are supposed to think is a fierce predator with me gripping the end of its tail.

This is a routine. Each morning I release them from the hutch, to which I return them each night, after earning my carrot at the office. For long, in the generosity of their spirit, the rabbits have known that our brush is just that, a brush. Even so, they skip before its rasping advance to spare my feelings, before leaping into the hutch with all the insouciance of the young.Read

SSSHHSSLLUPPPP. The strange sound slid through the protective thickets and into the beckon- ing holes of my ears, whose aerodynamic flaps long ago ruined the giddy prospects I once cherished of being judged a handsome dude by members of the opposite sex.

“You’ll never be a romantic lead, but you would be perfect as the dull-witted village cow-herder, who loses his trousers in the pond,” observed the curate, a celebrated halitosis sufferer and collector of rare moth wings, when he was casting the church youth club’s Christmas panto.Read

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