November 2, 2019

I have a firm ruling on subject matter; never use illness or holidays. However, as one of the best-received pieces I ever wrote was about my two-week holiday on the men’s chest ward at Bristol Royal Infirmary, I feel it won’t do any harm to touch upon a recent trip to...

October 15, 2019

I didn’t take it personally when I was made redundant last year from a role I had held for fifteen years. How could I? After all, the axe-wielding major publishing company hadn’t just taken against me; by shutting down the entire operation they made it clear they had i...

October 8, 2019

We were, in the words of the song of the day, ‘Football Crazy’. Back in our formative years my mates and I had little time for anything else, although speaking for myself I seem to recall a burgeoning interest in Sarah Hope and Barbara Robinson roundabout this period.

B...

September 24, 2019

In one of those, 'I haven’t seen these for ages and the video cassettes I got for my birthday years ago are in the loft and anyway so’s the VCR,' moments, I downloaded the full set of Fawlty Towers from the Sky box and flicked one on the other night.

As the string intro...

September 2, 2019

I wasn’t at Headingley ’81, or at Edgbaston 2005, nor Trent Bridge or Old Trafford in that momentous series that will forever be known as Gary Pratt’s Ashes (however hard the showboating Billy Bowden tried to upstage him).

I was, however, at Headingley just a week or so...

July 9, 2019

“I want nothing to do with it,” I said.

“You can use it too,” said Sandra.

“I won’t, you know.”

“It’s something we can do together,” she said.

My point was, if you want to invest in an exercise machine, in a Carl Lewis Lateral Thigh Trainer, no less, then don’t try to enli...

June 25, 2019

It's festival season, so here's something from the archive that was first broadcast about 5 years ago:

I can’t deny that I laugh up my sleeve at descriptions of the facilities enjoyed by modern festival-goers. A VIP area that’s available to those who are prepared to pay...

June 17, 2019

Ah, the whiff of chlorine and the stinging in your eyes. The unpleasant prospect of rubbing bare flesh with a hairy stranger in trunks. The grubby sticking plaster which was soaked loose from whatever wound we’d rather not dwell on, and lies in wait for an unsuspecting...

April 26, 2019

Let me take you down ‘cos I’m going to… reminisce about a time when I was about 11-years-old.

On school holidays, and of course I remember it as a long, hot summer; climbing trees, riding bikes, scrumping, mischief, and cricket on the green until after 9PM – I could sta...

April 16, 2019

A pair of black slip-ons, a pair of brown lace-ups, a pair of trainers. That would do me. That was me. Pretty conservative with what I chose to put on my feet, not risking anything too outré or likely to attract attention. Well, that was then…

…but this is now:

It was o...

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