Sport & Leisure
Kettles & Blues Bands
I had an interesting night yesterday evening, managing to do two hours coaching with the Oakley Colts along with burning out a kettle and going to The Dove in Micheldever to watch a blues band with my friends Steve and Jilly. Not a bad effort that, even if I do say so myself. I have had a dodgy on/off switch on my kettle for some time now, so I guess it was only a matter time before I turned it on and proceeded to go upstairs for a shower. ...
One Night in Colchester…
When I go to Colchester to visit my friend Stuart, it is like walking outside on a frosty morning and taking a huge lungful of fresh air. This is because like me, Stuart is single, and also like me, Stuart has the words "Epic Fail" printed next to his relationship status. Yet again, like me, Stuart has tried things like online dating agencies and discovered that they can be, if not approached carefully, a heady cocktail of heartache, disappoin...
The Hyde Tavern-Winchester
The latest establishment to feature on the epic, some might say thrilling, Steve and Bob Sunday pub tour of Hampshire was the wonderful Hyde Tavern in Winchester, a tiny and cosy little place half way along Hyde Street as you approach the town centre. The first word that came in to my head on entering this pub was 'Bohemian' as it was furnished with series of excellent paintings that turned out to be all the work of one of the landlady's ...
The Star at Bentworth
One of the most critical things about being a forty-something singleton, is to make sure that you have at least one friend who you can go out for a quiet pint with at short notice on any given day. My kids are knocking around my house for at least half the week but on the other days, particularly at weekends, I rapidly tire of my own company and feel the need to talk to someone or something other than the Facebook and Twitter pages I spend far ...
A Unique Christmas Holiday
Well, that’s Christmas done with and from a personal view it was one that was rather blighted by spiteful colds to me and those in my direct company. Annoyingly, a heavy cold in late December is now as traditional for me as the celebration of the birth of the big man himself. It didn't stop the fun and games on a wholesale basis however and on Christmas day I cleared my nose and mustered the enthusiasm to drive to North London, a somewhat ...