Are we Heading For WWIII in Syria?
Rumours are afoot in the world of conspiracy theorists that we are now just weeks away from World War Three, with the epicentre for Armageddon being where else but Syria of course. Everyone wants a piece of the action in this country, Russia, America, the U.K, France, Saudi Arabia, Turkey...Shall I go on? "NO, PLEASE DON'T", I hear you cry. If we were to work by the rule of thumb, this means one thing; there is big money and big money ...
The Three Cups and Stockbridge!
As it was a stunning late winters day today, Jennifer and I took a stroll in the sparkling sunshine up on Danebury Hill Fort, followed by a trip to Stockbridge High Street for some lunch. For those of you who don't know Stockbridge, it is a conservative heartland of Hampshire on the banks of the stunning River Test, a trot stream that has its source in the tiny hamlet of Deane, near Basingstoke, and ends in the Solent, Southampton. Along ...
Stoddy, England’s Finest Sportsman!
I had an email yesterday from an author called David Frith, who wrote the book Stoddy; England's Finest Sportsman. Frith was politely bemoaning the fact that I had failed to mention him in a post I penned about AE Stoddart on a wet summer Sunday a few years ago, especially as some of the information in the post was gleaned from his hard work. Stoddy was the captain of England when they regulary battered the Aussies in the early Ashes ...
Leicester’s Lessons in Desire!
I can remember years ago, watching a darts final on the TV featuring Eric 'The Crafty Cockney' Bristow and Keith Dellor, when legendary commentator, Sid Waddell, said of Dellor; "This lad's not an underdog, he's an underpuppy!" The same can now be said of Leicester City football club, who, with an extraordinary combination of desire, raw talent and something to prove, have conjured up a remarkable winning formula that, in its current state, ...
The Making of McSpangle!
Many people who follow me on Facebook have spent the last few years asking me how I managed to find a friend with a name as fantastic as Dickie Mcspangle, understandably assuming that this was his real name. The fact is, it was a name (McSpangle) I created in blog post a few years ago as I attempted to describe a family of n'er do wells who I had read about, or seen on some kind of poverty porn documentary called 'Peasant Street' or someth...