Making Plans

As a gift for his 32nd birthday, I’ve procured tickets for my son Jonny and me to attend Yorkshire county cricket club’s fixture with Durham in a T20 Blast game at Headingley. As he lives around 50-60 miles from the venue in North Yorkshire (I live the other side of Leeds from the ground), due…

Two Years On

Yesterday marked the second anniversary of the passing (from COVID-19) of ex-Leeds United footballer Norman Hunter. The indiscriminate pathogen, which’s tainted millions of lives globally, proving a hard man reputation wouldn’t deter it from maintaining a path of death and economic destruction. Enclosed below is the narrative I penned twenty four months ago in tribute…

Recollections From A Easter Locked Down

Easter Saturday has bequeathed West Yorkshire’s populace warm(ish) Bank Holiday temperatures. Consequently, yours truly intends to venture out later to take in a local league cricket match. A game which, although not partaking for over a decade, I played for 30 years from my mid-teens. Cricket a game of which I’ve written about on numerous…

Harvey’s Horrific Haircut

As a young lad I was a significantly more inquisitive than’s been the case in adulthood. Free from adult distractions of paying a mortgage, working shifts in a job I wasn’t fond of and providing for a family of four, my fledgling inquiring mind was given carte blanche to roam, learn and expand. For instance,…

“Get Warmed Up, Mick!”

As I disclosed in yesterday’s prose Skimming the Surface, I learned many useful life lessons as a child growing up in Low Fell, Gateshead. Amongst these tutorial gems were, when partaking in the controversy laden world of table football games, my brother Ian was a right flaming cheat. Our kid will no doubt have his…

Where Have You Gone?

After a week of overpowering heat, thankfully this morning’s West Yorkshire meteorological landscape incorporates a much needed cooling zephyr. Who knows, this evening we sleep deprived folk’ll manage to secure our first half decent kip for a week. GJ Strachan at last being able to function in daylight hours without an accompanying jet-lag type befuddlement….

Kane & Fable

Regular readers of my blogs may, or may not, be aware that I’m a regular listener to talkSport…… Actually, thinking about it, you don’t have to a regular reader to may or may not know…… It’s binary, so it goes without saying you either know or you don’t…….. Anyhow, in digress…… Listening to talkSport means…

Hypocrisy

Yesterday teatime, while yours truly hovered over the bbq grill listening to talkSport on the radio, the serenity of my soul was soured by an item relating to England football fans. In particular a description of one England fan’s behaviour before, during and after England’s Euro 2020 final game with Italy. Incidentally, when saying hovering…

Without A Thought

Like a weeping trench foot infection, this Sunday a less salubrious side of my nations social zeitgeist oozed toxically during England failure to secure the Euro 2020 trophy. Supporters behaviour providing evidence, if any were needed, of the ‘without thought for others’ culture flowing through a section of misguided Englanders veins. Before proceeding yours truly…