As usual, when I set out to do something that by anyone elses’ standard would be fairly easy to accomplish, something bad has to happen, “expect the worst for that is what will happen” should be my motto, in fact, thats what it will be from now… So having had the very marrow drained from [...]

Being a binman always seemed like an excellent job to me when I was a kid. When I was very young and we were poor and lived in the terraced streets of Burley, I had a friend at Brudenell Primary who’s dad was a binman, his dad always met him at the school gates at [...]

We lived in a semi-detached bungalow, that is it was one of a pair, in a street of pairs of semi-detached bungalows. They were built in 1963, we moved into ours the following year, someone had lived there for a year and then decided it was not for them, sold it and moved on, but [...]

As eluded to last week, when we were kids we lived next door to a famous person, or rather we lived next door to the sister of a famous person and that famous person would sometimes come around to visit his sister. The famous person in question was William Gaunt. Yes of course you know [...]

I’ll qualify this by stating that I’ve seen worse in pubs, indeed I’ve seen worse “professional” acts in clubs. And for what its worth I think HM The Queen would have loved to have seen Mr Methane at the Royal Variety Performance.

Its really easy to pick a Video Saturday – every time you can’t think of one you just stick Aretha Franklin on here, there really is nothing to compare.

There was an old pub that we used to go in when ah wor nobbut a lad, The Kings Arms on Horsforth Town Street, a typical Victorian pub that had never changed in 100 years, an old mans pub, a pub where on a saturday night they employed a blind man to play the piano, [...]

It wasn’t enough that we set fire to the kitchen sink in a “Sands of Iwo Jima” recreation every Saturday night – a few years later I actually set fire to the loft in the bungalow. Maybe with hindsight it was a bit silly to take a candle into the loft space, but how else [...]

Ned and I had a fascination with fire when we were kids, or maybe it was just me. No, it was definitely the two of us. Once we had attained the age of ten years of age we were adjudged to be competent to be left in the house on our own of a Saturday [...]