Author: Rachel Morrow

I didn’t set out to invent a “Birmingham heavy metal walking tour” the first time I went to Brum. I was 19, I’d come down from Newcastle on a Megabus,…

I always trace my obsession with Amy Winehouse back to a scratched supermarket CD copy of Frank I bought in late 2004, chucked in one of those two-for-£10 deals between…

I didn’t go to London to find The Clash. I went, like most northerners of a certain age, for crap temp jobs, late buses, and the hope of catching a…

If you’d told teenage me that one day people would pay good money for an “Adele Tottenham walking tour”, I’d have laughed and asked if it came with a free…

I didn’t set out to write a Led Zeppelin UK travel guide. I was trying to work out why a band that broke up before I was born still feels…

If you’d told my fourteen-year-old self in Newcastle that one day someone would ask for a “Britpop walking tour UK”, I’d have assumed it meant trudging from HMV to Our…

I first cared about Sex Pistols because of a bus stop in Wallsend, not some grand moment in rock history. I was about fourteen, it was lashing it down, and…