I woke this morning relieved to find yesterday's unforgivingly icy breeze had abated. This glacial wind rendering my body heat as frigorific as temperatures experienced during 1980's nights out on Newcastle's Quayside and Bigg Market. A deeply uncomfortable coldness not abetted by being bereft of a coat, even in sub-zero temperatures. Sartorial stupidity that ensured that... Continue Reading →
Knuckles Harrison’s Crombie
It’s the English FA Cup final today. Due to my indifference about the contemporary game of football, with it’s over-indulged top professionals and endless pimping by Sky Sports, I’ll be giving today’s Chelsea v Arsenal game a wide berth. My viewpoint now the polar opposite of what I opined in childhood, when FA Cup day... Continue Reading →