A mother and her 13 yr old daughter, Holmfirth Cafe on a Sunny Sunday HER: “Mum, why is Holmfirth always chocca-ful of middle-aged blokes on bikes in leather ..? Or blokes on bikes in lycra? It’s so embarrassing.” ME: “You know why. Good biking routes – whether you’ve got a big engine or … or […]
The People Who Matter
I lost my best friend a few years ago. How very careless of you, some might think – and to be honest, it does sometimes feel like I was a bit remiss. Didn’t tell her everything that I wanted to, took her never-failing friendship for granted, didn’t make her enough of those endless cups of […]
Diana Days
“Mummy, where were you when you heard about that nice Princess Diana getting killed?” “Off my face in an Edinburgh hotel room, sweetie-pie. And believe you-me, I thought it must have been pretty strong stuff that we’d been having … when *that* particular news item flashed across the TV screen.” Actually, no. I didn’t answer […]
…And a Font-Filled New Year
I can’t think of a nicer way to spread cheer and to end the year than mentioning an old chum from my childhood. Stuart Vallantine (can tell you himself) that he hasn’t always had an easy ride in life. A few years younger than me, this wonderful lad first presented himself to the world as […]
Go Ask Your Mother… Or Even Better -Grill Your Granny
Do you know what an ‘inter-generational’ project is? Sounds riveting, eh? But before you expire of boredom in anticipation of today’s little bloggy-offering, please let me reassure you that this whole ‘inter-generational project’ malarky truly IS something to write home about. That it genuinely IS something that should tickle all of our fancies. In the […]
A Killer? Minus The Caffeine.
Post 3 – for ReadKirklees Occasionally I do chuck a book title or two into this blog as ‘recommended reading’ for like-minded folk. And last year I flagged up a book named ‘King Crow,’ by Michael Stewart. Mr Stewart happens to hail from the same side of the hills as I do (that dreadful Manchester […]