You’d think that stamp collecting was a pretty harmless occupation, I used to do a bit myself when quite young but grew out of it. I’d heard of Stanley Gibbons way back then but reading a recent article about how they went bust buying one stamp for over six million quid had me more than puzzled, and made me think in general about big business. Some of our iconic brands are owned by companies abroad. Premier league football teams like Newcastle owned by Middle Eastern sheiks. It needs shaking up. Manchester City seem to me to be buying their way … Continue reading Unfathomable finance

My good friend Andy Harden, author of the three Henry Mouse books that I illustrated over the past 3 years ( we do one for each Christmas ) has just been featured on BBC Radio Gloucester and other local stations reading the first of our books. Which together with the second one a year later helped raise enough money to buy a defibrillator for a local school. There’s a scheme called upload where we were able to submit his readings of the books to them for possible broadcast, and we were chosen. I just listened back to it and Andy … Continue reading Cartoons on the radio? Look out for them on Saturday evening.

It’s a misnomer. Almost all of the very top sportspeople are generally devoid of personality. There are some exceptions of course, and sometimes the exceptions make a living out of their so called personality, like that bearded Irish bloke who’s rude and aggressive about everyone in football and had a reputation as a bit of a thug when he played. I’m not keen on him. He’s built a reputation after his career as someone to get in front of a camera who is guaranteed to be unpleasant. I bet he’s a pussycat at home and it’s all a big act, … Continue reading Sports Personality of the Year?Nah!

It’s an accolade reserved for food, generally baking. It’s the highest accolade and one inherited from my Aunty Winnie, who used it regularly to praise my mothers baking. At first my mother winced a bit then accepted that this was indeed fine praise and used it herself in a loyal way, indeed if something bought was not up to scratch she’d describe it as “not as good as bought”. Winnie, her cousin, was a stalwart Lancashire Lady, and a confectioner by trade, so she knew about cakes. She also made an incomparable meat and potato pie, which she would bring … Continue reading “Just like bought“

My good friend Robin and I used to go walking and at times he’d break out into song. He’s a great enthusiast and I have a lot of time for great enthusiasts. He also drives a fancy low down type sports car and has always been willling to give me a lift to a start location for our walks. I like the car but it is extremely low slung and one’s bum feels about 6 inches from the tarmac when installed. I perhaps should have noticed that I found it increasingly difficult to get out of the beast. We did … Continue reading I should have noticed

I’ve been in hospital. I’m out now. I’ll be writing about it all in due course, big thanks to everyone who helped me make my escape, my significant other, friends, and the wonderful doctors, nurses and staff at Cheltenham General. The speciality custard smothered puds almost had me changing my mind, fortunately the taste of the ‘fish’ and steroids had me walking for the door. Polymyalgia rheumatica in me is being dealt with…. Big heartfelt thanks to everyone. Continue reading 10 days:10 custards

Not been on here for a while, got a touch of Arthur Rightus, which as anyone who has it is a pain in the wherever. I could do with a pair of these for getting in and out of the car. Handles to lift the feet in. Much physio and keeping moving seems to be the order of the day. The luxury version of these has a pair of small electric cranes on a matching shirt, to save your effort. Continue reading Arthur Trousers

I’m the chubster on the right, my brother in the front middle and Peter Wilkinson on the left. We all went to the same boarding school in nearby Preston. The photo taken of the three of us in out back garden in Ince in Makerfield in what was then a very industrial Wigan. We are wearing our ‘Sunday Suits’ which as I recall were itchy wooly things. We were occasionally allowed out on Sundays and parents would come and collect us, feed us up in the day ( as you can see I was not really in need of feeding … Continue reading 3 boys on Sunday Release…