I Didn’t Know It Was Swearing Mum!!

A few days back I relayed recollections from my young childhood. While I mulled over a topic for today's prose my wife Karen, who'd enjoyed that prose, suggested I journal further memories from the same era........... Only funny ones this time. To be honest, what she really said “Was it you who ate that last Kit... Continue Reading →

David Harvey’s Lego Haircut

As a young lad I was a great deal more inquisitive than I've been in adulthood. Free from the distractions of paying a mortgage, working shifts and providing for a family of four, my boyhood inquiring mind was given carte blanche to roam, retrieve and expand. For example, when my parents first moved us from... Continue Reading →

But I Was In The Top One!

Eleven years ago today former football manager Brian Clough passed away. Undemonstrative, modest, ambassadorial, understated and quiet are none of the words that have ever used to describe the outspoken Middlesbrough born Clough. A prolific goalscorer for his hometown club Middlesbrough (Boro) and Sunderland during his playing days, his career was prematurely ended in 1962,... Continue Reading →

My Bruvver

Apparently it's National Brothers Week! To celebrate I forwarded the picture below to my brother Ian. The picture was taken in the early 1970’s and it captures the image of when we famously caught a milk bottle whilst net fishing in Oban! At the time it was the largest freshwater bottle ever caught in Scottish... Continue Reading →

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