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Hat trick ball

Thursday, July 16, 2020

My mate Howard has found a cricket ball in his aunt’s attic… — For The Critic

Filed in correspondence, Journalism | Also tagged beer, Bolton, British Army, courts martial, cricket, drink, Gibraltar, Gunner magazine, hats, history, James Costello, Lancashire, Royal Engineers, Royal Garrison Artillery, statistics, The Critic, Town Malling Cricket Club, Wisden, WWI | Comments (0)

Up diddly up, down diddly down

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Itchin’ for a Twitch Inn, at the Heritage weekend. — For The Oldie

Filed in correspondence, Journalism | Also tagged Battle of Britain, Douces Manor, Dunkirk, fine dining, Germans, graffiti, Guy Gibson, Heritage Open Days, Idi Amin, John Cunningham, Kent, Maidstone, North Downs, Peter Townsend, RAF, Tesco, The Beatles, The Dambusters, The Malling Society, The Oldie, Twitch Inn, West Malling, WW1, WW2 | Comments (0)

On ranting

Thursday, February 1, 2018

If there’s one thing I just can’t abide, it’s ranters. Not the C17th religious nonconformists. Folk who can’t shut up about things. You know the type. The workplace philosophers; the shouters at the TV; people in whose eyes you see the glint of socialist dictatorship. They come in every walk of life. Stupid boxers (*tautology […]

Filed in correspondence, Journalism | Also tagged Adolf Hitler, Alex Ferguson, Bangalore, Basil Fawlty, boxers, British Rail, Charlie Sheen, comedians, customer services, Denmark, dictatorship, Donald Trump, fathers, Geoffrey Boycott, Hamlet, humour, Jeremy Clarkson, John McEnroe, Mel Gibson, memoirs, men, Michael Richards, Naomi Campbell, philosophy, phones, ranting, religion, Samuel Johnson, socialism, The Daily Mail, the Labour Party, The Oldie, TV, Will Self | Comments (0)

That situation

Friday, November 8, 2013

where you’re chatting up some girl ever so casually in a pub or a library or wherever, really, for a good half-hour or more only subsequently to realise you have one of your girlfriend’s hairs – a foot long, reddish, with noticeable purple highlights – stuck somehow to the front right shoulder of your sweater.

Filed in Poetry | Also tagged conversation, failure, girlfriends, hair, knitwear, libraries, men, women | Comments (0)