Time moves on and on, and the past sinks deeper into our murky pool of memories. We simply can’t encapsulate a moment or an experience so fully that it can be retrieved and relived with any of the colour or depth of the original. Memory is thin and fragile; lacking in colour and detail, devoid…
Category: Being Human
Teamwork on a Bike
Cycle road racing is the perfect example of real team work – where success demands the graft and skill of each individual working together in perfect harmony.
Raspberry Fields Forever
We stroll down to the raspberry fields. The soft sun and the delicate fruits calling us seductively, irresistibly. Raspberries are my favourite fruit – soft, succulent, symbolising summer; sultry and slightly sexy. Forget strawberry fields, for me it is raspberry fields forever. Let me take you down.
The 30 Second Emotion
A while ago my eldest sister told me that every emotion lasts 30 seconds, and after that it is our choice to extend it for any longer. I was incredulous . . . for at least 29 seconds.
Whatever You Fancy
On Thursday we were invited to roll into the office in fancy dress, under the theme of “The Best of British”. This has an added complexity when “work” is 150 miles away and you are travelling by train. It’s a brave man or woman who jumps onto the 7.50 out of Derby dressed as Dennis…
The rock concert of life . . .
In the rock concert of life we are often squeezed in amongst too many people, too far from the stage and too considerate or inhibited to get up and dance. And the band don’t play our favourite tunes. A thought I mused as I waited for Keane to come on stage at the in Leicester…
Ain’t no body but you . . .
How did you find yourself this morning? Well, I woke up, pulled back the duvet, and there I was. I lose all sorts of things. On Wednesday, arriving back at my midweek residence I had my keys in my hand. By the time I had assembled by briefcase, suitcase and extra bag at the back…
Battles in the Mud
I spent 10 hours freezing in a field yesterday taking up my role as honorary joint-chief scorer for the prestigious “Shepshed 7s” association football tournament. My co-scorer and I have enjoyed this rare privilege for about 10 years now. Approximately 600 small boys from the Leicestershire area descend upon a large field overlooking the M1, are organised into…
Icicles in my Veins
It has been a long time since I have been as cold as I was today. I spent 10 hours standing in an exposed muddy field with the relentless scouring of a cruel April chill. Cold sadistically bites your lips, eats your fingers, imbibes your toes and slowly sucks the heat and life out of…
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