Bounce by Matthew Syed
I started reading a book this weekend that I know some of you will be familiar with. It is called Bounce by Matthew Syed and it is a brilliant insight in to what we all assume is natural or prodigious talent. I only wish I had read it before I became a cricket coach, it would have taught me so much about the training of the human brain and how world championship talent can only be created by a ridiculous number of hours of practice, 10,000 ...
Depression by Consumerism
I did something in the newsagents in Broughton today that I haven't done for as long as I can remember and though I am ashamed of myself, I did it for the right reasons. No, I didn't buy a pornographic magazine and a box of Kleenex, it was far worse than that.....I bought a copy of The Daily Telegraph! Before anyone asks, no I haven't fallen for the charms of David Cameron and George Osborne and joined the lower middle class branch of ...
Variety is the Spice of Life etc etc……
This weekend was one of the more hectic ones I have had for a while, with a diversity of activity and entertainment on my travels across Hampshire and Berkshire. Firstly on Friday night I visited my old village of Tadley and The Fox and Hounds pub.....actually, Tadley is not a village anymore, it is a town now, though how it calls itself a town is questionable, it doesn't even have a Greggs or a MacDonald’s. The Fox now features two ...
Summer Has Gone and I am Rotund, But I’m Not Robbie Earnshaw!
Against all odds both of my lads got up fresh and ready for school today, signalling the end of our alleged summer and as they left the house, rather poignantly, the rain fell from the cool Autumnal air, leaving me to reflect on the somewhat fortunate respite between the downpours during my short holidays to Swanage and Cornwall. Otherwise this summer, quite frankly, has been another one of disappointing weather, the fourth ...
Back From Cornwall
We all arrived safely back from Cornwall yesterday, my luggage however, has taken an extended break after refusing to leave with me, remaining in the bedroom at Sally's house until I can muster the enthusiasm to sit behind a combine harvester on the A303 for several hours on my way to picking it up. Truro is a bastard of a journey, particularly around the classic bottle neck on the A30 just east of Newquay where the dual carriageway ...