Stoke Sainsbury’s Sausage Sale
A few days back, accompanied by the soundscape of a talkSport interview with excitable veteran football commentator John Motson, I couldn't help but notice Motty's dentures didn't appear as secure as usual. This conclusion reached from the former auntie Beeb stalwart whistling kettle-like upon utilising words containing the letter 's'. Intrigued by this tooting, I tweeted... Continue Reading →
Big Jack
Saturday reveille brought in it's wake the melancholic news another of my boyhood footballing idols had passed. Jack Charlton becoming the third Leeds United legend to've died in just a matter of months. The one club footballer, who for nigh on two decades represented the club with distinction in on over 700 games, joining recently... Continue Reading →
A New Norm Without Norm!
This afternoon, I was desperately sad to hear of the passing of ex-Leeds United centre back Norman Hunter's from COVID-19, at the age of 76. Even when you're not personally acquainted with the deceased, it's a sombre time when the lost contributed towards numerous existential high points. Throw into the mix this childhood idol passed... Continue Reading →
When Life Gives You Lemmons
The late American actor/musician Jack Lemmon was born on this day in 1925. Born John Uhler Lemmon III in a suburb of Boston, Massachusetts, he was the only child of John Uhler Lemmon Jr and his wife Mildred. His father, a driven man who never said the word juxtaposition, was president of a doughnut company... Continue Reading →
Pressing Red Buttons
Today would have been Red Buttons 99th birthday. To clarify, I’m referring to the late New York born actor/comedian, not the remote control button you press to acquire BBC iPlayer. Born Aaron Chwatt, he changed his name to Red Buttons due to his agent having a speech impediment*** whereby he pronounced ‘ch’ as ‘t’. Red... Continue Reading →
A Legen In His Own Lunchtime
After having problems saying the word ignominy this morning, I reflected on how the brain can mischievously play tricks when relaying verbal communications. How can it be that I can pronounce juxtaposition and clearothical with ease, but my diction wanders off for coffee when I need it to articulate ignominy?....... Incidentally, the word clearothical doesn't exist, I merely wanted to... Continue Reading →