"For a writer, a place like Salford is worth its weight in gold. It's got everything a writer could ever want... It's alive...the whole place is alive... I think it's a fabulous place. And the language is alive, it's virile, it lives and it breathes and you know exactly where it's coming from. Right out of the earth." Shelagh Delaney describes her Wondrous Place.
"It's a bit crap if you're so parochial that you're only allowed to write about humbugs and chippies. Sheffield may not be very sexy. But, then again, it is, because that was where I grew up, and where all my sex was had. I didn't have sex in London for about two years. I had lovers block. I couldn't get it on. But, in Sheffield, when it's hot, you can feel the sap rising, and everything seems as if it's got something to do with sex, as if the whole city has sex on its brain." Jarvis Cocker on his Wondrous Place.
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