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 very words “Finn McCool’s Irish Pub” will linger forever in my own memory and those of 5 other Northern Ireland fans. The reason being that back in 2005 we launched the glamorous and innovative South of England Northern Ireland Supporters Club in a bar of that very name in the seaside town of Weymouth Read more about Thirsty Thursdays: Finn McCool’s Irish Pub – Quito![…]
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)[…]
2009 was a sad time in my life and this job would have been a dream job for me had I stopped and realised how amazing it actually was. Serving customers on board cross channel ferries was surely a dream come true. In the future I will write properly and more detailed account of life Read more about Working Wednesdays: A Quick Post About My Time at Condor Ferries[…]