Is there a quintessentially English brand of humour? One we specialise in and can fairly be held to encapsulate, or at least betray something important about, our national psyche? It used to be said that our staple is saucy suggestion. It … Read More »
Early evening, July 1968. I was set to propel my fifteen year old frame out the door and ankle over to Colley Road library, on Sheffield’s Parson Cross, when my steelworker dad called out to me. He often had his … Read More »
Another post dedicated to bad thinking, it being a year and a day since my last one. Yesterday’s Independent ran this piece. Having approved in ways active and passive Obama’s bombing the middle east every day for eight years, promoted … Read More »
[ezcol_1half]Masterful non linear story telling with bursts of off-the-wall naturalism reminiscent of the Coen brothers … … add in sardonic wit, piercing pathos, a touch of slapstick and scenes of poignantly silent estrangement … … and the result, once we factor … Read More »
For a few years in the eighties, Aberdeen FC broke the two Glasgow teams’ dominance. How? By hiring Alex Ferguson, the best manager in the game and a worthy successor to that other Caledonian weaver of soccer magic, Bill Shankly, … Read More »
Nor does the irony end here. That tireless crusader for workers’ rights and social justice, the Mail, weighed in with this piece: Oh the irony! Fight Against Slavery advertises for ‘volunteer unpaid’ staff to work for FREE and ‘join the … Read More »
[ezcol_1third]I’ve drifted into the role of photographer for Sheffield Swans, playing here at Doncaster on Sunday. I haven’t done much sports snapping but the basics are in theory simple. To freeze the action I need speeds of at least one … Read More »
Get rid of your lawnmower and from now on sleep on the floor. Avoid bus routes like the plague and do steer clear of toddlers and Americans unless you’ve seen them frisked and disarmed by a professional. Quietly dissociate yourself … Read More »