I have to admit that the older I get, the more hazy and faded my memory gets, so I’ll make this report as basic and true as I can remember. It was October 2007 (ignore the date on the photo above – I just thought that photo was a good way to start the report Read more about BRISTOL ROVERS AWAY – PART 1 – “If we win at Crewe, I’ll drive us to Bristol” *[…]
The end had come at Edgar Street and we headed away from the stadium and back to our cars. There was no “Hurrah, a final match victory for Ulster Cherry”. There was no “post match pint for old time’s sake”. There was no “golden dream”. Whatever dreams I had when arriving in Bournemouth in 2003 Read more about Hereford Road Trip – Part 9 – The Finale – The End of The Road…*[…]
So to the match itself then. The whole point of the day trip in reality, we were after all “only HERE FOR Da football” and to meet a new friend, who goes by the name of Edgar. Edgar is old and worn, but vibrant and welcoming. It’s neither a he or a she, it’s an Read more about Hereford Road Trip – Part 8 – We’re Only HERE FOR Da Football!![…]
We parked near the centre of Hereford but in a slightly different area than before. We were looking for a poky old English pub with a pool table. And we found it in The Treacle Mine. They had pool so a few games were in order. Ironically the following Tuesday night I’d be playing again Read more about Hereford Road Trip – Part 7 – The Treacle Mine, Oxford Arms and Pre Match *[…]
I often need to reflect on the past to understand the present. It’s now New Year’s Day 2012. I’ll be 32 this year. Three years ago on New Year’s Day I celebrated with my girlfriend at the time who cooked for me and came down to visit from London for 2 days. After the 2nd Read more about Happy New Year With Helen – 2009[…]
The fact it’s taken me a hat trick of years to finally talk about my last Christmas in Europe serves to presume that it wasn’t very memorable. Well actually it was, but for many different reasons I haven’t reflected on it until now. One is that my old hard drive was broken in 2009 by Read more about Christmas 2008 in Bournemouth, England: My Last Christmas in Europe[…]
It was always the plan to visit Botswana. Well, since 2003, when I met my first ever Botswanese person – Fingile, who studied with me on the Public Relations course at Bournemouth University. Most of my friends on that actual course ended up being the non-English ones. Such as Francesca – a Welsh girl who Read more about From Bournemouth to Botswana (…Via A Broken Arm)[…]