If you’re not familiar with the West Country, there are two seaside resorts of note on the English side of the Bristol Channel; Weston-super-Mare and Clevedon.
If Weston is the noisy lively teenager, all arcades-kiss-me-quick-candyfloss-and-donkey rides on the sand, Clevedon, the seaside town just to the north, is it’s restrained decorous maiden aunt. Continue reading “Pier elegance”
There have been recent scandals in snooker concerning match-fixing. John Higgins and Stephen Maguire have been two of the individuals involved. I believe that snooker has been “bent” for a long time. While not having hard evidence to substantiate my allegation I can put forward a good argument to back-up my claim. And it’s all to do with Pot Black.
Pot Black was the colour TV marketing man’s dream; a multitude of colourful balls randomly displayed on a green baize. This successful programme was watched by millions and contributed to snooker becoming more professional and popular. Continue reading “It’s a crying frame”
OK, some of you will have been through this before with me – but this year I’m doing a slightly different challenge. Instead of pledging to swim either 100 or 200 lengths on a given day in a given pool I’m pledging to swim regularly from end of January to 8th April to see how many lengths I can accumulate. Continue reading “‘Just’ Swim?”
Warning: the blog that follows was written earlier while under the influence of absolutely the best drug.
Just back from the most filthy gorgeous ride around the Forest of Dean all bathed in pure dazzling winter sunshine; really looking its Sunday best. Continue reading “Filthy gorgeous”
Does anyone make New Year resolutions any more that don’t involve going to the gym/losing weight? (yawns, puts feet up with latest Byatt, chooses another morsel from the Hotel Chocolate box while kitten settles on lap against warm laptop).
The newspapers are full of dieting and getting fit plans but they are the hackneyed way to fill features pages at this time of year. Continue reading “New Year Resolutions”
A lady walked into a Police Station and the desk Sergeant said “Can I help you?” Continue reading “A cricket joke for Bearsy.”
Picture the old crooner Bing, sitting a wing-backed armchair, wearing his navy-blue dressing gown with red piping over stripy pyjamas and comfy tweed slippers. He’s looking tenderly at a a roaring log fire, hearth festooned with sparkly red bows and seasonal greenery – holly, sprouts,mistletoe and vine (German version) when he bursts into song…
“Have yourself a flaming little Christmas… Continue reading “Let your fires be bright”
When a team fails, the coach is for the chop! It’s tradition. Between them, these two gentlemen are the primary cause of the decline in Australian cricket. Sure, Punter and Pup have done their bit to guarantee defeat, but who decided Hauritz wouldn’t play – who kept Cameron White out of the side – sacked Andrew Symonds and ensured that Shane Warne would retire last year?
That’s right – these two crims! Find ’em a quiet spot in the top paddock, and forget ’em! 👿
There’s nothing wrong with a game of pitch and putt. Chipping and tapping the ball on a course where you can see every hole is a quick and pleasing walk. When I was young I can remember my Gran got a hole-in-one by using a putter from the tee off. The putter was the only club she used. “No point in carrying two of them about” she’d say. This “fluke” shot told me that there was something wrong with this sport. What is the difference between a six iron and a seven iron? Continue reading “The case for golf”
Some remarkable individual achievements at this weekend’s Centurion test
Boadicea's Chariot 
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