It was a dark unforgiving Lancastrian afternoon. In a scene not too dissimilar to Trevor Howard and Celia Johnson’s farewell in the 1945 movie Brief Encounter, an enamoured couple stood on the platform at Manchester Piccadilly railway station. In a matter of minutes the train would leave to distant parts. Tears welled in their ever…
Tag: journey
Groundhogs & Raining Cats And Dogs
Today is Groundhog Day. In places like Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, people wait with baited breath, while observing how groundhogs react to today’s meteorological conditions, as they emerge from their burrows…….. The Pennsylvanians will also wait with baited breath to see if I spell Punxsutawney correctly! Folklore decrees that the following applies when the groundhog first emerges…
What Are The Other 52 Million Listening To?!
Well it’s reached the last day of a month where several legends from the entertainment business have been taken from us. Unfortunately January 2016, as part of his pact with the grim reaper, didn’t want to go with a whimper. Consequently, this morning we were hit with the sad news of the passing of broadcaster/presenter…
Have You Seen That Stevie Wonder Tape, Dad?!
They say that money talks. Well, that may be the case, but I’d wager it wouldn’t get a word in edgewise with my mum. Someone once said of her that “she could talk until the cows come home!” As she never shuts up and we haven’t got any cows it is an analogy of unerring…
Rains, Trains & Automobiles
I’m writing this blog on a train from Leeds to Newcastle. Looking out of the window I’ve so far been greeted with a monochrome vision of heavy rain, clouds and a woman, who’s just missed the train, running along the platform at York shouting “Come back you b*****ds!” I’m travelling to Newcastle to meet up…
I Should Have Gone Left!
Thankfully there is no hospital visit for Karen today. It’s probably as well as my capricious nature has decreed that today I’m going be a right misery arse! My melancholy baffles me, as I can’t fathom out what the trigger was to this lowering of mood. Was it my ritual broken slumber, the dog stealing…