Category: That Reminds Me . . .

IT’S been a few months since I wrote about the Black Museum, a dog-eared paper collection of howlers perpetrated by reporters and intercepted by sub-editors. So let’s pay another visit to the … Continue readingReturn to the Black Museum

IT IS more than 43 years since Frank Worthington scored a goal of such brilliance that people talk about it still. I’d be fibbing if I claimed to have been … Continue readingThe wonder of Worthington

I HAVE never regretted for one second moving back up north after a 30-year stretch in Fleet Street (OK, Kensington High Street for most of the time). Who could pine … Continue readingFrance without tears

WHEN I started drinking beer on a regular basis, more than half a century ago, the choice was pretty poor. Fizzy keg bitter was the order of the day, weak … Continue readingFor bitter or worse

WHEN I was a child, one of the highlights of the week was the family gathering around the radio listening to The Clitheroe Kid on the BBC Light Programme. This was a … Continue readingTragedy of the Clitheroe Kid

IN the late 1970s my younger sister Jill, a dancer, joined the pantomime cast of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs in beautiful downtown Barnsley. The star was Charlie Williams, a black … Continue readingThe old man and the dwarf

THE death last week of that wonderful actress Kirstie Alley reminded me fondly of Cheers, the classic American comedy set in a Boston bar. One of the most poignant TV moments … Continue readingCheers for the memories

ONE evening several years ago the missus and I found ourselves at a loose end in the Sicilian city of Catania. We had arrived at the nearby airport that day … Continue readingHorses for (main) courses

OVER the past 20 years or so I have tramped many thousands of miles in the wake of our dogs – two working cockers and now a yellow Labrador pup. … Continue readingThe joy of proper walking boots

IN our children’s younger days we soon concluded that family holidays were a waste of time. Our son Jim was constantly car-sick (he still becomes queasy on a bendy country … Continue readingWish we weren’t here