MAGGIE MAY. Story by Marcus Woods
Knowing my father’s especially strong dislike for Rod Stewart, I quickly scrolled past, until my father spoke.
MAN IN THE MIRROR by MICHAEL JACKSON Story by Aimee Chan
I didn’t know what to make of a song about race relations sung by someone who had literally changed skin colour.
MAN OF COLOURS by ICEHOUSE. Story by Janet Brown.
Twenty five artists are deep in concentration as I’m sitting in a comfortable chair raised on a small stage
MANDY by BARRY MANILOW Story by Vin Maskell
I thanked her for taking the trouble to find me and silently wondered if her seeking me out was a country-town courtesy, a form of hospitality that may not happen in the hustle and bustle and traffic of a city. I did not flatter myself to think she may have seen more in me all those years ago than I’d realised.
MARIA LISBOA by AMALIA RODRIGUES. Story by N.T. McQueen.
The late flight, the two-hour wait in customs, and 1am arrival still clung to us, but something else clung as well.
MARRAKESH EXPRESS BY CROSBY, STILLS AND NASH. Story by Janet Taylor.
Central to the Medina, the old city, is a big square where buses load and unload around the edge – The Place Djemaa El Fna. In the souks, gateways lead off into the mysteries of streets which even a $1 street map can do nothing to unravel.