After The Bout
On this day in mid-1960’s my younger brother Ian made his inaugural appearance into the world. Born at our Leeds home, our kid arrived shortly after Cassius Clay’d knocked out […]
Who Locked Grandad In The Loo?
On this day in mid-1960’s Kirskstall, Leeds my younger brother Ian made his appearance into the world. Born at home, our kid arrived shortly after the conclusion of the second […]
My Musical Sibling
This morning, courtesy of social media, I reheard (or heard for the first time) a bunch of tunes recorded in the 80s/90s by a group made up of friends. They were/are […]
Fe Fi Fo Fum…..
I’m on the way back from Newcastle by locomotive as I convey this tale of my overnight stop in the north east of England. Despite foolishly decided to wear my porcupine skin undies on […]
Taxi for Strachan!
I had an interesting weekly catch up on the telephone with my brother Ian yesterday. When I say interesting I’m probably stretching the truth a bit; perhaps the word I should have […]
Where There’s Muck There’s Brass
I picked my brother Ian up from Leeds rail station this morning. When I met up with him, he was in good spirits as he’d written some song lyrics on […]
