Two Years On

Yesterday marked the second anniversary of the passing (from COVID-19) of ex-Leeds United footballer Norman Hunter. The indiscriminate pathogen, which’s tainted millions of lives globally, proving a hard man reputation wouldn’t deter it from maintaining a path of death and economic destruction. Enclosed below is the narrative I penned twenty four months ago in tribute…

Recollections From A Easter Locked Down

Easter Saturday has bequeathed West Yorkshire’s populace warm(ish) Bank Holiday temperatures. Consequently, yours truly intends to venture out later to take in a local league cricket match. A game which, although not partaking for over a decade, I played for 30 years from my mid-teens. Cricket a game of which I’ve written about on numerous…

Better Remaining Silent?

I’ve been in a mischievous mood of late. While going about my daily existence, this modality manifesting desires to act upon the devilment frequently springing into yours truly’s cognisant mind. Some of these silly episodes making it past the idea stage, gaining liberty into the ether via the conduit of my sometime ‘shoot from the…

Harvey’s Horrific Haircut

As a young lad I was a significantly more inquisitive than’s been the case in adulthood. Free from adult distractions of paying a mortgage, working shifts in a job I wasn’t fond of and providing for a family of four, my fledgling inquiring mind was given carte blanche to roam, learn and expand. For instance,…

“Get Warmed Up, Mick!”

As I disclosed in yesterday’s prose Skimming the Surface, I learned many useful life lessons as a child growing up in Low Fell, Gateshead. Amongst these tutorial gems were, when partaking in the controversy laden world of table football games, my brother Ian was a right flaming cheat. Our kid will no doubt have his…

A Load Of Old Pony?

Due to my ingrained curmudgeonliness, along with an indifference to most events other than athletics, I’ve not seen a great deal of the Tokyo Olympics’ TV coverage. Apart from video coverage of GB medal winners on daily news bulletins, the time I’ve spent viewing the tournament’s been minimal. That being said, the other day, while…

Where Have You Gone?

After a week of overpowering heat, thankfully this morning’s West Yorkshire meteorological landscape incorporates a much needed cooling zephyr. Who knows, this evening we sleep deprived folk’ll manage to secure our first half decent kip for a week. GJ Strachan at last being able to function in daylight hours without an accompanying jet-lag type befuddlement….

Kane & Fable

Regular readers of my blogs may, or may not, be aware that I’m a regular listener to talkSport…… Actually, thinking about it, you don’t have to a regular reader to may or may not know…… It’s binary, so it goes without saying you either know or you don’t…….. Anyhow, in digress…… Listening to talkSport means…

Justifying The Apathy

It’s 1.31pm on Sunday 18th July and I feel moved to commence a second narrative of the day. I’m unsure why I’ve chosen to pen this rare daily sequel; after all, as it stands I’ve nothing really to report. Well, apart from nearly hacking the end of my thumb off with a cheese slicer while…