Wait until next year

Putting off what could be done tomorrow, today

Tag: england

Some views from some trains


I’ve spent a lot of time on trains over the past year. I’ve covered quite a lot of England on those journeys. Read the rest of this entry »

My life in World Cups

The first World Cup I was around for was in 1982, however I was too young at the time to remember it now. However, once I was old enough to get into football I soon picked up the key elements – Harald Schumacher’s horrendous foul on Patrick Battiston, Marco Tardelli’s goal celebration in the final, Algeria being the big surprise of the tournament, West Germany and Austria conspiring to play out a result that benefited both teams, a second group stage… Read the rest of this entry »

Neither here nor there

Aerial view of housing

The town I have moved to does not exist. Well, not officially, anyway. I mean, you can find road signs directing you there and if you stopped someone in the street to ask them where exactly you were they could tell you, but it isn’t a real place. You see, the post office does not recognise the town, instead allocating two different postcodes to the town, attached to two neighbouring towns. So, at least in the eyes of the post office, it isn’t an official place. Read the rest of this entry »

Sporting endeavours

Wall with pictures of sporting heroesThis blog was originally devoted to sport. However, I soon realised there was much fun to be had (for me, if not the reader) in exploring other areas. And I’d like to think by mucking around with other subjects I’ve kind of stretched my writing muscles (for want of a less corny term) in some interesting ways, become a little more rounded as a writer, and can now perhaps apply some of that to sporting subjects. Or something. Read the rest of this entry »

Sport is horrible

Sometimes sport is horrible. It should be an escape from the real world, a release from the daily grind. But sometimes it is that niggly, horrible thing that threatens to ruin your day. Today is one of those days. Read the rest of this entry »