Nearly every conversation that I have been involved in since February has started with a two way discussion about how bloody cold it is; it is something that is near on impossible to avoid. It almost feels like we are relishing in the misery of the weather being one of the few things we can do absolutely nothing to change. Watching the forecast is like watching Groundhog Day, with constant reminders about the stubborn easterly wind drawing in ...
I ventured out for my first game of tennis this ‘spring’ at lunchtime today. To say that it was a pleasurable occasion would be over-egging the experience just a tad as three things immediately sprung to my attention.
My backhand has reached such a comical level that if I demonstrated it on a live stand up show; the aisles would be rocking with laughter. The turgid forward defensive shot that I have adapted at cricket has now become such ...
For Chairmen of Premier League football clubs, Saturdays are all about hobnobbing, drinking champagne and a perennial search for elevated social status. Football clubs are the acceptable place to be if you Arab or a Russian who has fleeced the mineral wealth of his own nation and sees the relative safety of the UK as the ideal bolthole.
There are few complaints either, football fans get gifted with world stars gracing their turf, property ...
Our dear friends at The Met Office cop a lot of stick from the British public, periodically taking the blame for failing to predict wet summers and cold winters. However, in their defence, we live in a kingdom where predicting the weather is notoriously difficult because it is virtually always under the influence of ever changing weather patterns happening out in the Atlantic. That's why, over the last week, I have been so impressed by the ...
Unless you have just arrived home from a short break on the planet Andromeda, I am going to take a wild guess and assume that everyone reading this is under the assumption that it is going to snow tomorrow. How much snow we will get will of course vary, but there could be (I can here my Canadian relations laughing from here) anything up to six inches, which is nearly half the size of my penis!
Snow in southern England is something of a ...