Monthly Archives: August 2016

At my first secondary school, there was only rugby (union) and no football. At my second school, there was only football and no rugby. Only when I went to university in Leeds did I discover a sport that really was … Continue reading →

“A picture says a thousand words” is a phrase which sums up much of my life. Images are powerful and I carry a lot around with me. This image appeared in The Guardian just a couple of days ago. It … Continue reading →

It’s a French word. It means having an obstinately uncooperative attitude towards authority or discipline. While at school in Norfolk (Hamonds Grammar School, Swaffham), I learned French but not German (that was for the boys considered too dumb for French) … Continue reading →

My dad was a bell ringer alright. In Shelsley Beauchamp he was also the choirmaster and organist. But it was the bells that he really loved. Every Sunday, and one day in the week for ‘practice’, six of them would … Continue reading →