Jarvis Cocker I REMEMBER…
WE LIVED IN WHAT WAS ACTUALLY A CONVERTED STABLE IN THE OUTSKIRTS OF SHEFFIELD. The family were all close together—grandma and grandad next door, auntie across the garden. The kitchen was the heart of the house—as always. If something was going to happen it was going to happen in the kitchen. We had a big garden that was considered posh for the area. It was "home."
in the south-east side of the city and out towards the west. We were lucky to have space to roam around in. You’d see these towering, hulking stacks out towards the horizon and I was always intrigued by the concept of community. The North has always been very community-led and I
