It was recently reported by the BBC that pub numbers in the UK have risen for the first time in a decade. It’s surely no coincidence that a) it was ten years ago that I left; b) I spent twelve weeks there in 2019 – double any other year since leaving.
There’s a civil war taking place in Canada.
Divided into two warring factions, never have Canadians been so irate and aggressive towards Continue reading
Recently I’ve been thinking of writing something about how certain songs can take me to a very specific time and place.
Last week I was lucky enough to see Continue reading
Part II: BEER!
(in which many misconceptions from both sides of the pond will be utterly destroyed!): Continue reading
Part I: Getting the Filthy Fags Out the Way First
(in which is included a FREE inspiring message of encouragement to anyone trying to knock tobacco on the head)
Saucy Sally in the Tale of the Terrible Sense of Humour
“I could be a writer with a growing reputation; I could be the ticket man at Fulham Broadway Station. What a waste . . . What a waste.”
I used to walk past that ticket man made famous by Ian Dury’s lyrics on regular occasion. Going to and from Chelsea matches at Stamford Bridge. It was always a man, as I remember. Not that I paid too much attention.
Except for one particular Wednesday night game against Continue reading