Andrew Wood

For Now Then’s tenth birthday, I decided to rifle through the various pieces I’ve written over seven of those years, exploring the fringe…

Despite all of human evolution, all our ingenuity, we’re stilled trapped in a perilous position. We live out the solipsistic fantasy of…

If there was ever an architectural technique perfectly suited to people of a 'just get on and do it' persuasion, it must be building with…

I found a wallet in the street with two identities in it. Which is the real one? Why carry both at the same time? Surely that's a schoolboy…

Ten years ago I created a character for a song – a laddish, coked-up yuppie. He said to his mates, “Have I told you before, guys, that I…

The Rutland Arms, near Sheffield station, has its own gravitational pull for me. It’s a place where I go to sit alone and work, to catch…

My social media feeds are populated by crazy acrobats. They strap on headcams and start running, jumping, unicycling and somersaulting over…

A small girl, no older than six, had been sitting all alone for at least an hour, right in the centre of the cricket pitch at Low…

A friend once photographed me pretending to sit on a broken bench on Devonshire Green. The bench no longer exists, lost under a tract of…

“It doesn’t feel like coincidence, you know. It’s more like the meshing of some weird gears,” says Jayne, gloomily. “Everything’s…

I recently learned of the death of an old, wise man on the other side of the world, the father of one my dearest friends. He once told me…

I’m having a recurring dream. I’m in an exclusive, futuristic health spa, inside a very tall building with a very fast lift, but no…

I’m in Remo’s in Broomhill which, I guarantee, still serves the best coffee in town, facing down many young pretenders. The girl at the…

I'm walking home from work through Weston Park. Two toddlers are chasing the ducks. The parents are on high alert, sensing the dangers of…

Steve bounds up to me wearing incongruous mirror shades. “Jeff Lynne?” I tease him. “Purely research, my friend. They’ve got GPS and a…

I take my four-year-old daughter to meet Steve in the Hillsborough Hotel and she takes to my shoulders for the long ascent of Upperthorpe.…

Steve arrives on a well-used, well-oiled bicycle. He recently quit smoking roll-ups and, buzzing from a long climb up to Crookes, he chains…

A satirist, a salesman and a scientist walk into a café. You might think it odd that they walk in together, but this is Strip the Willow on…

Visitors to our house often comment on the lack of curtains or blinds. Sometimes you see their eyes flicker, ‘Are these guys…

“I have a real problem with foodie culture,” Harry said to me. “I see people who are just scraping by, and it really offends me that good…