There’s a shootout! One man fires but misses. His adversary takes aim and fires a killer blow. There’s a knowing look. Inaudible words are exchanged. A grown man in tears. It’s over...a nation mourns. Ah. Italia 1990. Every four years when the World Cup comes back around, we Brits find a way to revel in... Continue Reading →
The people’s champion. A man amongst men. A handsome & loveable rogue. Charitable and kind, and yet a macho master of the art of archery. And boy, can this guy rock a pair of tights... Now, you could be forgiven for making the fair assumption that I’d started this blog with a bit of ‘self... Continue Reading →
As I kissed my pregnant wife goodbye, I headed off in to the brisk Wakefield afternoon. I was out unchaperoned for the evening, and little did she know that before long I would be found roaming the evening streets with two birds on either arm... By now, the guilt was starting to set in. Would... Continue Reading →
Let’s talk hypothetically for a moment and say you get a free wish. Go ahead, it’s on me! What are you going to go for? . A wealth of riches? . A superpower? . A dragon?! (come on, be realistic - dragons don’t exist!) . England to win the World Cup?... (ok, what colour would... Continue Reading →
It's Christmas Day! And that can only mean one thing! (Presents?). Ok, it can only mean two things...(Christmas dinner?). Ok, it's Christmas Day and it can only mean three things...(friends & family and goodwill to mankind?). Ok this is hopeless!...It's Christmas Day, and amongst the many things that, that means, it ALSO means cHrIsTmAs CoCkTaIlS!... Continue Reading →
As a kid, I always saw myself as growing up to be a kind of Steven Segal, Chuck Norris or Jean-Claude Van Damme kind of guy; matching their respective character traits of being hard as nails, with great facial hair and being irresistible to woman. Little did I know, much to my disappointment, that my... Continue Reading →
Ah nuts. You've done it again! Year after year you promise yourself that 'this is the year I'm going to make my own Sloe Gin'. As the winter months roll in, the air getting colder and the nights getting darker, you find yourself berating the shops for displaying their decor slightly too early, and chastise... Continue Reading →
I once watched a drunk man, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and a smile, step barefoot from a porta-cabin toilet in to (...let's give him the benefit of the doubt here) 'definitely just mud' that went up to the middle of his shins. Assessing his surroundings, and taking a couple of seconds to enjoy... Continue Reading →
To tinker; 'to attempt to repair or improve something in a casual or desultory way'. Now. I think it would be a fair assessment to say that I've never been the handiest of chaps when it comes to repairs or general DIY. Indeed, as a teenager, I once found myself locked out of the house... Continue Reading →
'Hi! Come on in! Have some gin! I've put tea & biscuits in it!'. Ok, so I've had more conventional welcomes (though none have ever been quite so enthusiastic!). And I'll admit to perhaps being a little apprehensive. But if I'm honest with you... he had me at 'gin' and 'biscuits'... But first - I... Continue Reading →
The Gin Shelf 
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