Musings From The Padded Cell

Archives for December 2011

The Other Side of Christmas

Whether or not it was intended as a cryptic warning of things to come I am not sure but the other day I “volunteered” to help out for a lunchtime serving at the St George’s Crypt in Leeds, tucked away behind the Law Courts. The crypt is a temporary shelter in the main for the […]

One Foot in the Slippers

I always find Christmas Day challenging in many respects but never more so than who will come up with the quirkiest present of the festive season and just what this says about you the recipient of yet one more example of China’s world domination. Normally my Mother wins hands down and I suspect her choices […]

Meatloaf at the Villas

All Alone with Meatloaf’s Mum There’s always an element of apprehension when we book a “turn” at the club as there is no way of predicting what we are going to get unless you are brave enough to conduct some serious market research amongst local clubland. Likewise you cannot satisfy everybody and most of us […]

Winter Wonderland

Walking in a Winter Wonderland Every year a few of us make a pilgrimage following the River Wharfe from the start of the Dalesway route in Ilkley to our eventual destination up stream. There is no science in that this is governed by the desire to consume as much ale as possible before we are […]

The Good Old Days

4- The Good Old Days “Say goodbye to the oldies, but goodies, because the good old days weren’t always good and tomorrow ain’t as bad as it seems” Billy Joel I have no idea exactly when it all started with my association with Bolton Villas CC but it stretches back some forty years at the […]

I want to be a polar bear

I have a fancy HTC Desire on loan from a business I do some part time work for which, as anybody knows me, is a total waste of technology as the only constructive thing I have been able to do with it so far is take a picture of my first beetroot of the summer. […]

Small Step For Mankind?

After one and a half packs I sit flushed with success today having mastered the instructions on the Oats So Simple – porridge to you and me – packet. If it were “so simple” why is it that all previous extracts from my microwave have resembled either putty or a mikly slop? For microwaved sawdust […]

Eurozone Crisis

In keeping with the theme of village idiot Ed Balls I too have a Five Point Plan this time for the whole of Europe. In return for bailing everybody out Germany gets first dibs on all sun-beds for the next ten years in Greece, Spain and Italy. In return for us inevitably cowering down and […]

Its Only A Game – Foreword

Foreword There I was, 30 years of age, drunk mid afternoon sat in Sports Bar on the “strip” in Puerto Del Carmen, Lanzarote having had two of the best weeks of my life on a lads holiday we had called, with almost prophetic accuracy, The Desperate Seven Tour way back in 1993 and about to […]

A Critics Corner – Foreword

Foreword In the blood – Brent Shackleton My parents moved home in 1960, not far, in fact it was only 500 yards as the crow flies, nobody could really have known what effect moving those 500 yards would have on my life. We moved from Kingsway in Wrose, to a brand new home on the […]