I really miss the Parkrun, thought Billy, sniffing a lamp post hopefully. I wonder why they stopped it. I hope it wasn’t because I barked so much at the start. I was just so excited. All those smells, admittedly they … Continue reading
I’m not a poet but I do spend a lot of time running, sometimes on my own and sometimes with my partner. This partner, although female, is not the aforementioned Princess. I guess she is my Countess, which the Princess … Continue reading
Picture this. A warm alluring bar, rich, mellow music, intimate seating and culinary delights to tease your taste buds into a frenzy. Well, a Working Men’s Club wasn’t quite like that. When I was a lad this was our Sunday … Continue reading
The sun creeps over the mountain ridge, casting its first shadow deep into the canyon – far away in the distance a blur is moving fast with the speed and agility of a Pronghorn. Look closer and you see someone … Continue reading
If you have a disinclination towards sex, then it may be prudent of you to ‘click’ close now. One dark cold night last week I was reminiscing to an age gone by and ‘the sexual awakening.’ I was eleven or … Continue reading
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“That’s the best Curry I have had in 44 years,” I said. The waiter, quite possibly the owner of the Kashmir Restaurant in Bradford gave me one of those looks. I’m kinda used to them by now. He appeared to … Continue reading
I doubt there will ever be a Parkrun in Haworth and the Bronte Sisters must have had calf muscles to die for! In 1973 many people thought the Hovis advert had been filmed in Haworth but it was actually filmed … Continue reading
The rain bounced off the car, then came the hailstones and yes; I realised how much I hadn’t missed Bradford. I was just a kid of barely 18 when I boarded a one way flight from Leeds/Bradford Airport to Jersey, … Continue reading
I had considered a brooch but I wasn’t my Grandad and this was 1972. A brooch was hardly Rock’n’Roll. Gazing around the jewelers I was confounded by the amount glittering remuneration a boy could extend to a girl and decided … Continue reading
