Sutton Dressed As Lamb

Despite my team being conspicuous by their absence following Sunday’s abject footballing performance in the London Borough of Sutton, I still made the effort to watch yesterday evenings 5th round FA Cup draw on TV. Admittedly, I’m not overly sure what my motive was to witness the event, particularly when I had no vested interest in the outcome. Perhaps I was hoping…

Lounge Loitering in Leeds

After a pain free car journey in rush hour traffic on the Leeds inner ring road, followed by breakfast muffin sustenance in the Bexley Wing Costa coffee, I’m now invigorated and ready for the day ahead. Getting out of bed for Karen’s early appointment with her oncologist required some effort today. In fact, it took…

Cushty

I encountered a new experience in movie watching on Saturday afternoon, when my wife and I ventured to the Everyman cinema in Leeds city centre, where we took in the movie La La Land. The novel occurrence to which I refer wasn’t taking my wife out (although it is fairly rare), or the fact I didn’t…

Not That Stevie Wonder Tape Again, Gary!

For the first time in ages, I heard the Stevie Wonder song Master Blaster (Jammin) on the radio this morning . Listening to its upbeat reggae tones with the unmistakable voice of Michigan’s finest emanating from my digital radio, took me on a neurological venture back to spring 1981. In particular it brought to mind a three night trip to London,…

Who Do You Think You Are Lad…. Stirling Moss?

I read this morning that 121 years ago today Englishman Walter Arnold became the first person to be convicted of speeding. In an act of wanton recklessness, Arnold was caught driving at the ungodly speed of 8 mph, which exceeded the speed limit at the time by 2 mph….. I’m assuming it was driving anyway,…

The North Wind Shall Blow

As we hurtle towards February, like a 5th century Byzantine fleeing Attila the Hun, temperatures have taken a dip in Blighty. The chill isn’t anywhere near as severe as a Canadian winter or the welcome you get at my wife’s parents house. However, winter feels as though it’s finally taken hold of our sceptre isle. The cold…

Finally Facing Your Waterloo

Yesterday, I was asked by someone what my favourite lessons were at school. As they concluding over thirty years ago, I don’t recollect much about my schooldays. That being said, I was just about able to recall History, PE and English as my most favoured classes. I was an average student, but probably could have done better academically if I’d found the topics…

Mally’s Family Tree Euphoria

I spent an hour or so yesterday printing off some family tree details, which I’ve subsequently collated into folder for my dad who isn’t too well at the moment. My pater is an undemonstrative man who is ruled by a stringent daily routine, so when I handed it to him this morning it was no real…

A Foggy Day In Washington Town

In the The Jam’s 1980 track Going Underground, song writer Paul Weller wrote:- You’ve made your bed, you’d better lie in it You choose your leaders and place your trust As their lies wash you down and their promises rust You’ll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns And the public wants what the…