Leaving school is a very big change in life. Some go off to employment of various kinds – perhaps learn a trade or do a qualification to enhance life prospects. I was always destined for [more…]
The cricket club I played for in Oz was part of a much larger sporting society. Netball, football, tennis, hockey and Aussie rules were all part of this rich tapestry. The cricket section was managed [more…]
Monday Good morning, everyone. It’s nice and sunny at the moment, but there is thunder and lightning forecast for later. I don’t like all those flashes and bangs. As usual, Legohead has been at Chequers [more…]
Jane Goodley wasn’t in her office, Howard said she had been in meetings almost constantly since yesterday morning. “Has there been any progress?” “They have been studying the CCTV yesterday, it’s possible they have picked [more…]
Welcome back my friends to the flamboyance that never ends, as Fabulously Flamboyant Friday proudly delivers yet another light-loafered, groin-polished googly from the gasworks end of musical magnificence. Tonight, as we respectfully mark Inflammatory Bowel [more…]
A happy Alberto left Jinnie and headed back to his office. Jinnie sat pondering the question of whom she should pitch the job of CEO of TT SuperBurger to. It was a major problem. She [more…]
He couldn’t read his own name until he was 18. Then he built the technology that shrank the planet. George Stephenson was born in a two-room cottage in Wylam, Northumberland, on 9 June 1781. There [more…]
For my parents generation 21 was the passing into adulthood ( key to the door and all that). Never mind that half of them were married and had kids by then it was a significant [more…]
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