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Month: November 2017

Tea For Twenty Two

As a part of cricket playing recollections in my teens/early twenties at Gateshead Fell, today I’m moved to pen vague memories from club cricket tearooms. A domain that for generations has been predominantly the domicile of cricketer’s […]
Tea For Twenty Two

Go Tell It To The Birds

Inspiration alludes me as I embark on today’s literary journey. Sitting ready to initiate my lexilogical voyage, at the moment the postcode of a topic destination eludes me. This absence of these metaphoric SatNav’s […]

The Crowd Went Wild!

During the last few months, I’ve occasionally penned about times as a fledgling cricketer in my teens/early 20’s, playing at Gateshead Fell Cricket Club. These unreliable memories started with Tales From The Scoreboard […]
The Crowd Went Wild!

Last Bottle of Red

Departed Loiner’s final glass vessel; merlot bereft In smithereens; akin to spirits of those left behind Fragmented for regeneration; successor yet untold   Like Loiner, vessel existentially intact two months […]
Last Bottle of Red

A Blessing

On Saturday evening, the family received a much needed fillip when my sister’s baby girl Alice made her inaugural appearance. This 7lb 14oz’s of beauty hopefully the catalyst for brighter times ahead for the […]

Art Without Walls

A splendid brunch, thought provoking works of sculpted art, along with the aesthetically pleasing amalgam of nature’s autumnal colour variations, were amongst yesterday’s compatriots. This gratifying trinity of gifts bequeathed to my wife and I during a […]
Art Without Walls

What’s That Switch Do?

In the past year or so, I’ve often taken advantage of the ordinarily genial hospitality found in our UK hotels. My hosts ranging on the luxury spectrum from four/five star establishments to the budget hostelries where Lenny Henry […]