Who Wants to be a Sir?
Is it just me imagining things or is the main criterion to become knighted to be a child molester, a police inspector who oversees the death of 96 people, a banker who brings the country to its knees or a businessman who pays his wife a three billion pounds dividend into an account in Monaco? According to Wikipedia “A knight is a person granted an honorary title of knighthood by a monarch or other political leader for service to the ...
Back From Spain…
We arrived back from Spain late on Sunday night and if I have learnt one thing, it is that my body is no longer built with the physical strength to drink alcohol and eat red meat on three consecutive days, which is perhaps, no bad thing. Fuengirola as a resort is a funny old place really, much of it is an architectural disaster that was constructed in I would guess, the sixties and seventies, to satisfy the demand from northern Europe and in ...
Off to Spain…If Only Briefly!
Right, before I get wave after wave of my adoring blog fans (particularly my Dad) pointing it out, I know this blog is going to be littered with missing words, spoiling misteaks and bad grandma because I am in a hurry, having just packed my bag and found my passport for my brief sortie down to the Costa Del Sol with old and dear friends Paul Baverstock and Pete Holcroft. The decision was made on the this trip back on about pint number five ...
A Roman in East Stratton!
In a bid to break up the tedium of midweek without going to the pub, the other night I meandered down to the East Stratton village hall to listen to a talk on the history of Britain's canals and in particular the Basingstoke canal. Unfortunately the speaker had a heart attack and rather selfishly had to pull out, opting to have a quadruple heart bypass instead; it is extraordinary the lengths people will go to avoid fulfilling their commitments ...
Let’s Discuss Jimmy Saville & Co
One of the advantages of being the youngest of five children is that I assumed from an early age Jimmy Saville was a pervert. Because of the power and influence my elder Brothers had over me, I had no desire whatsoever to spend an afternoon meeting the England football team whilst a BBC producer fixed it for Jim to put his hands down my 1970's nylon Y Fronts. My brother's, Bruce and Graham, like all elder brothers, could be right bastards ...