DURING the course of my journalistic career, I have twice been interviewed in my back yard by Scandinavian television stations. In both cases, the catalyst was Manchester City, that great curiosity of English football. Read the rest of this entry »
THERE’S an episode of the Garry Shandling-a-like early 90s Channel Four sitcom Sean’s Show in which the Sean Hughes character, going through one of his various existential crises, is comforted by his friend Tony.
“Don’t worry, Sean,” Tony says, cheerfully. “Nothing lasts forever. Apart from Saturday’s Brookside omnibus.” Read the rest of this entry »
THE evening started with Daily Mail sports columnist Jeff Powell rescuing my passport, and just got more surreal from there. Read the rest of this entry »
“YOU can’t be English,” said the young German woman, spotting me with a bottle of cola. “You’re not drinking beer, and you haven’t taken your top off.” Read the rest of this entry »
I WENT on my first corporate jolly at the age of 10 – which, if nothing else, demonstrates what a precocious child I was. Read the rest of this entry »
THOSE of us gathered in the press box at Stainton Park weren’t sure if he was going to turn up. Paul Gascoigne playing for Radcliffe Borough? It sounded too ridiculous to be true. But he did. Read the rest of this entry »
THE speculation surrounding David Beckham’s departure from Manchester United had been building for weeks. On an extraordinary afternoon at St James’ Park in April 2003, United began to look as if they could cope without him. Read the rest of this entry »