I was happily walking along the River Test at Houghton on Friday when out of nowhere, I became involved in an extraordinary incident.
It began as I walked past a lady in her sixties who was picking blackberries. I gave her the good old English nod accompanied by a hearty 'what a lovely morning' greeting that was a reflection of a fine and crisp autumn day. Standard stuff, I am sure you will agree.
The lady stopped picking and stared at me ...
About 20 years ago, when I was a fervent supporter of Reading FC, the then manager Mark McGhee, was up to some naughty business behind the backs of his employers, flirting with Leicester City and their vacant managerial post.
It was the first time I took interest in the word machiavellian and it has kind of remained one of my favourites ever since, often competing in my list that features words such as omnishambles and buffoon.
Remar...
When I am forced into Andover town centre to pay cheques in to the bank, I get free parking by popping into Lidl's to buy basics like bread, milk and so on.
Some of you probably don't set foot in such a place but it is handy and really cheap for getting everyday bits and bobs at probably two thirds of the price of the more 'upmarket' stores. A bottle of semi-skimmed milk is a bottle of semi-skimmed milked wherever you go.
The other thing ...
Under fire Chesterfield County Council have defended a floral display on show in the town claiming that even though it is being portrayed as Princess Diana, there is an artistic twist to the tale.
A council spokesman defended the display and told reporters that if critics had done their homework, they would then realise how accurate it was.
"When we decided on the display, our volunteers thought that to add an artistic twist to the ...
About 5 years ago, I was invited to a street party. I can't remember what it was but it was something to do with royalty, either a wedding or anniversary or something of the like. Whatever it was, I didn't go because I didn't want to.
Instead, I walked a long stretch of the River Kennet revisiting the fishing venues of my youth in what was my own little day of English nostalgia. As I did so, I wondered to myself why I couldn't face ...
