Since post-noon last Thursday the nations figurehead, who'd portrayed the starring role within UK's royal soap opera for seven decades, has lain bereft of life in Scotland. Of course, unless you've lived in a hole for four days, you'll be fully aware of this bulletin. And even then, such is the episode's global scale and... Continue Reading →
Goodbye To Another Hero
Indelibly etched on GJ Strachan's life canvas is the verve resultant from 1960's/70's football commentator David Coleman exclaiming "Lorimer. One-nil!" A regular childhood soundscape heard as a Leeds United number seven Peter Lorimer power driver thundered into an opponents net. The ball striking the netting with such ferocity that if the crowd roar hadn't have... Continue Reading →
Gerchta
Over the weekend, I was sad to read of the passing of Chas & Dave pianist Chas Hodges. Hodges, one half of the London pair who in the 1980's taught us when it comes to a vacation, "You can keep the Costa Brava, I tell you mate I'd rava have a day darn Margate wiv... Continue Reading →
The Eleven Pauls
I was saddened yesterday to read of ex-Leeds United utility man Paul Madeley's death at the age of 73. A consummate professional footballer, Madeley displayed career long loyalty to the team who played a few hundred yards from his childhood home. For eighteen years, a class act on and off field, representing both club and... Continue Reading →