Author Archives: Neil

The plight of Briggy

Briggy has a vintage bike stall on Lower Marsh. He said he has been having problems with the managers of the Lower Marsh market. The upshot is that his stall might be closed. He seems like a lovely guy and … Continue reading

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Reasons to ride

Workhorse, a photo by crzyhorse on Flickr In case my earlier post suggested otherwise, I just wanted to say that, most of the time, cycling in London is awesome — for these reasons: My commute gives me an hour or … Continue reading

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The confounding variable

Here is an interview with my brother, John-Paul Young, who is a songwriter and postie, among other things. You can listen to some of the songs he wrote here. One day I’d like to make a documentary with him on … Continue reading

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So that’s what that is

I’ve often groped for a phrase that accurately sums up what it is like to be strafed by a passing car or motorbike while on a bike: the sudden onrush of terror as a vehicle slices past mere centimetres from … Continue reading

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What the next Radiohead album should sound like

Following his early bedroom experiments, JP Young went on to form indie-electronic pop group The Clampers with Samuel Moore, Geordie McCallum and Geordie’s brother Stuan. The band was part of the febrile music scene in Hamilton in the late 90s … Continue reading

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Dad when he wakes up

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More lost songs from Te Kuiti

Following the first instalment, my brother JP has kindly allowed me to post two more of his early recordings. Like the others, these were produced in his bedroom on Sturgess Terrace, Te Kuiti, using two battered tape recorders. They wear … Continue reading

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Finding the blogging a little tough

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Extracts from my great-grandfather’s diary, 1914; Pt 1

As the clouds of war gathered, Charles Lamond Lind Young’s thoughts turned to the lamentable state of his wardrobe. Monday 3 August Spent the day searching up odd bits of uniform – found a frock coat moth-eaten, one monkey jacket … Continue reading

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I didn’t blog but I did make some bread

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