British cycling coach Sir Dave Brailsford attributes part of his charges success, both within the Olympic velodrome with Team GB and on the road with Team Sky, to the philosophy of ‘marginal gains’; or ‘fine margins’ as it is sometimes called. He explains the strategy as such:- “The whole principle came from the idea that…
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Only One Word For That: Magic Darts!
I’ve just been watching a local news report about Barnsley’s Brian Dawson beating Bradford’s John Walton in the ongoing British Darts Organisations World Championships. Despite being a fan of the sport in my teens and early 20’s, I’ve not watched darts for years. Watching the report, I struck me how the ‘go to’ liquid refreshment of contemporary chucker’s has evolved….
He Painted Matchstick Men & ….
The monochrome scene created by thick nimbostratus clouds, with its associated precipitation, made the journey to St James’ Hospital particularly grim this morning. As I drove Karen for her four weekly treatment, the only apparent colour on display seemed to emanate from the red, amber and green from the plethora of traffic lights on York…
Misty Water Coloured Memories
I don’t often write of serendipity. Not because I don’t have pleasant surprises now and again. After all, what could be more serendipitous than my receipt of Anthony Worrell-Thompson underpants for Christmas………. That’s a brand by the way. They weren’t actually Anthony’s undies! ………….. I bloody hope not anyway! My wee spouse Karen often…
Not Now Arthur!
Last week I wrote about my daughter Rachel naming a star after her mum as a Christmas gift. It was a loving gesture that touched our hearts, bringing a tear to the green eyes of her courageous, resilient and selfless mother. Despite a naming error during the administration set up, we were deeply moved by the thoughtfulness of…
Gazuntite!!
Yesterday, I was talking to an acquaintance who told me that their new years resolution was to stop smoking. It was a bit of a surprise as I hadn’t realised my 10 year old nephew was a smoker, but credit to the kid for trying to break the habit! That was only a joke by…
At The 3rd Stroke It Will Be….
It’s 1st January 2016. As I attempt to build my narrative, the living room clock stares back informing me it’s 11.15. Well it was when I started writing that sentence, it’s actually 11.17 now. When I complete this monologue it’ll probably be about 13.00; unless I stop for lunch, which will add fifteen minutes to…
Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot…
Well here we are on the last day of 2015. Very shortly, Julian Calendar’s latest offspring, who shall be nameth 2016, will make an appearance. It is anticipated, the announcement of the arrival will be made live on TV by Jools Holland, around midnight. I plan to toast the appearance of the offspring with a…
She’s Gonna Make You A Star
Yesterday I wrote of festivities at Chez Strachan on Christmas Day. I couldn’t share the taste of the turkey dinner or the mince pies via the medium of blogging. However, my narrative of around 800 words will have hopefully given a taste of my family’s experiences on this special day in the calendar. To avoid…