Working From Home
After fifteen years of working at home, it is now official, I have had enough of it, it bores me to death for two to three of the days that I am either, sat in front of the computer looking out on lead grey skies, pursuing with my quest to finally not look stupid at the Sainsburys self checkout, or going for a lunch time work out at a gymnasium full of bored menopausal women who are striving for nothing more than middle class status or a ...
Same Sport, Two Very Different Days!
I am walking around my house today totally rigid after two days of playing cricket to a piss poor standard. If you are alone and not in a position where a colleague might call in the men in white coats, try to tense up every muscle in your body and then try to walk. That is how I feel, my muscles in my calf’s, hamstrings, achilles, arms, stomach, groins, lower back, upper back, buttocks and neck have all ceased up. I feel like I need pumping ...
Who Owns Britain?
Ever since I played cricket at Farleigh House near Basingstoke earlier this summer, I have been intrigued by who owns these great swathes of this green and pleasant land. I have also been quite staggered by some of the research I have carried out on the Internet which indicates the potential invasion of Russian Oligarchs/Gangsters on to land such as the 10,000 acre Crichel Estate in Dorset that has recently entered the market at a cool £100m. I ...
London’s Burning
Just a few days after my relaxed holiday I am sat stunned in front of the TV watching fires, lootings, petrol bombs and riot police in my capital city just fifty odd miles away from the safety of Hampshire. The vitriol and hatred I have witnessed on social media sites is almost as disturbing as the violence itself, with Facebook updates demanding the yobs to be locked up forever, shot, sent to Afghanistan, or even set on fire. When you see ...
Camping in Swanage
We have now returned from our annual trip to Swanage and for once it was a week of almost wall to wall sunshine with a deluge on Wednesday night/Thursday morning being the exception to the norm. The management of the campsite that we stay at is under threat, so sadly, this may be our last year at this venue which is perfect for large groups featuring noisy kids, pit fires and a lust for raucous boozy evening?s. The new owners ...