William Shakesfear

In need of a rebrand? Tread carefully. A small change to a name can make a difference. In the past week I took a trip over to one of my favourite places, Gloucester. In leafy genteel Cheltenham it’s considered by some to be the ‘dark side of the moon’ despite being only 8 miles away. These genteel folk think it’s full of footpads and rogues. The difference between the two places is quite marked, but Gloucester has shedloads more history. Gloucester’s City Centre has some of the worst housing in the area and is high on the ‘deprived’ list whereas … Continue reading William Shakesfear

The Coalman

This is from a series of essays if you are to give it a posh description, about people who no longer exist, or are endangered in some way. I contributed to a book some years ago with my late good friend Gordon, who wrote most of the words. I republished the book on Amazon about a year ago and renamed it “Spotted!”, which I thought was a good idea. I’d like to say I’ve been overwhelmed with Amazon sales since, but that’s not the case, more like underwhelmed. This is one of about four additional people that I was going … Continue reading The Coalman

Biltong and Bolton.

I like cooking, I like eating. I read recipes, often not often enough. My late mother in law was a great cook, putting huge effort to cook the simplest soup and doing her version of following a recipe. I often helped her and always asked if she was following a recipe, the answer was usually “ Yes of course” , then a pause and referring to one ingredient she would say: “ they say add: ( put in any random item here that would be necessary ) , and I thought that can’t be right” This regular omission of a … Continue reading Biltong and Bolton.

“Drove like a bar of soap”

I suppose if one is used to driving a Porsche anything else might be a tad ordinaries, as the French would have it. I have a theory about holidays, they are there so that you can tell everyone chez vous , what a dreadful time you have had. Not disastrous but not great all the time which is what they are meant to be. So dreadful might be a little strong. “Eventful” sounds like you spent it going to non stop fairs and knees ups. Let’s give up on its description for a while. I used to be first rate … Continue reading “Drove like a bar of soap”

‘Destiny‘s Child?’ Oh No!

When I was the same age as my now visiting grandsons which is eight today, my brother and I, he just a little older than me, lived with our parents in a police house on the edge of Wigan in the then very industrial North West. My father had been promoted to sergeant and was transferred every time he got promotion, which was quite frequently. We’d come from a house in the country, modest enough but in a lovely location, to a semi detached place on the edge of some waste ground, a ‘garden’ of sorts was guarded by a … Continue reading ‘Destiny‘s Child?’ Oh No!

I never quite made it to the Premier League.

There’s a local on line newspaper, and others do this too, where they tease you to take a look at their ‘non story’ and if it’s football related it will be headlines something like “Premier League Ace now emptying bins in Rochdale”. The immediate reaction is of course, who can that be? And it. Is always someone you have never heard of, ever, and who played twice for a Premier League club when they managed to visit the Premier League on a short visit in the 1980s. There’s a picture of him in action on the pitch wearing their shirt … Continue reading I never quite made it to the Premier League.

Walking in a child’s drawing of a tree.

Recipe for a grand day out. Plan a trip to Somerset with a good friend Robin in his fancy car that has the very latest ‘Jane’ Sat Nav ( when I typed that at first it said satanic, perhaps that was an opinion ) Good weather, it arrived! Not too hot and not too cold. Terms of engagement all set out, make your own sandwiches and drink,meet at Priddy with other good friend Richard, who knows the route around Priddy and is always good for a wry comment. Looking at the map to get there is rather like a child’s … Continue reading Walking in a child’s drawing of a tree.

The easier walk is ard.

“And the harder walk is easier. The harder walk is like this, but it’s not really different from the easier walk, pause. But the easier walk is not as easy as the easier walk you all do , and the first part of the harder and the easier walk we all do together and there is a steep Ill like this, but the ground is a gravel path, not big stones. In the woods for the harder walk is wood and trees, under the feet there is stones and you should be careful. On the easier walk it is nothing, … Continue reading The easier walk is ard.