The One with Mally’s Cuff’s

This morning I took my weekly Thursday drive to maison de Strachan senior on the border of Wakefield and Leeds. As ever, I made the journey to undertake a spot of gardening for my octogenarian pater. A man of few words, my old man had almost completed cutting the front lawn as I pulled into…

Dress Code Tribulations

Dress code – The bastion of the officious or a necessary set of rules to maintain standards in more exclusive establishments? The subject was raised yesterday when Karen and I ventured to the White Rose Shopping Centre on the outskirts of south west Leeds. The mission I was set (should I choose to accept it,…

First World Problems

Once upon a time, an England football team being knocked out of a tournament would be the worst thing happening in my life. Once upon a time, I’d take it personally if my national side failed to progress to the latter stages of the World Cup or the European Championships. Ordinarily, this would lead to…

Exceeding Expectations

Yesterday, I wrote my first blog on politics. It was a tome more serious than I normally pen which, if truth be told, I don’t enjoy writing as much. However, despite my reservations, I thought I’d challenge myself to write outside of my comfort zone. Despite my misgivings, I received glowing feedback from my wife…

Four Horsemen & A White Cat

I loathe writing about politics for many reasons. This includes having no real interest in the subject, which is exacerbated by my deep mistrust of our elected representatives on both side of the political landscape. From memory today’s blog will be my first monologue about the subject. My objective of is not to be preachy,…

Vinyl Voyage of Nostalgia

Taking a trip down memory lane, embarking on a journey of nostalgia or venturing on an excursion of sentiment. I don’t know what you call times of fond reminiscence (oh you call it times of fond reminiscence), but my wife Karen and I embarked on one yesterday evening. The journey followed my impulse buy at…

No Dessert For UK After Leaving Brussells

I woke this morning just before 5am. I knew it was that time because the big hand on my Anthony Worrell-Thompson alarm clock was on the twelve, and the little hand was on the five. It could have been 5pm I suppose, however with the limited longevity of my slumber I doubted it. Another clue…

To Leave Or Not To Leave?

On this European Union (EU) Referendum day, I headed to the Polling Station early to vote this morning.  Clad in my tweed slacks and a brick patterned jacket that makes it look as though I’ve been stone cladded, I cut a dash as I left my house at 9am with my wife (Karen). Being indecisive,…

Auf Wiedersen Pet?!

Tomorrow a big decision is required that could have far reaching implications to growth, development and health. It’s a decision that cannot be taken lightly as making the wrong one could have a major impact on all of the above…… When I go to the Garden Centre on Thursday, should I get John Innes No.2…