What I did in Paris – 1984 Part 1

I am now in severe displacement mode as I watch the clock tick away the seconds until the first ball is bowled at the Gabba.

So, to while the time away, I’ve been thinking about  great sporting events at which I have been present. For some reason, I’m  remembering 1984 and Heart of Midlothian’s first excursion into Europe for many a long year.  We were drawn against Paris St Germain, playing them away in the first leg and I was not going to miss a chance to visit one of the most magical cities in the world for yet another time. Continue reading “What I did in Paris – 1984 Part 1”

The Last Night (CW Competition)

She opened one eye. “What the hell was the time?”

She was fed up with not sleeping properly and waking up at some God-forsaken hour in the middle of the night. She switched on the lamp and looked for the clock. Then she remembered that she hadn’t brought the alarm down last night when she had decided that she could not bear to sleep upstairs again and had dragged the mattress off the spare single bed and rolled it down the stairs. She’d gone back up, grabbed the pillows, sheets and duvet off the brass four poster, hurled them on top of the mattress and had virtually flown down the stairs herself.

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And so this is..er..NOT Christmas!

If you are full of the joys of the forthcoming Christmas season;  if you have just finished wrapping the last on your list of Christmas gifts and fixing home-made little Hobbycraft holly leaves and berries to it;  if you have all your Christmas cards written and in a wobbly pile on the sideboard waiting to be posted, please don’t read on. You won’t like it. You really won’t. Continue reading “And so this is..er..NOT Christmas!”