We Were Strangers

I was asked by The Learned Pig to write a brief piece about my experiences of editing We Were Strangers.

I said yes and then instead wrote a lengthy ramble through Manchester and its heritage, industrial and musical, taking in some of the figures who passed through the city and contemplating its compulsion to forge self-belief via self-mythologising.

Sorry, Learned Pig.

You can read the whole thing here.