The Supporters Club

On a recent Sunday morning, with an ever so slight hangover, I climbed out of my tent suffering from what had been a very good night. Within seconds I was presented with a cup of tea from a friend and good colleague who went on to randomly inform me that I am always late because…

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The Bad from the Good old days

I fondly recall my halcyon childhood memories of warm summer evening visits to the local pub beer garden with my dad. Of course in those days children weren’t allowed inside the pub so there was always a sense of mystery and intrigue as to happenings behind the firmly closed lobby doors. My dad would disappear…

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