Musings From The Padded Cell

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 … [Continue reading]

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 … [Continue reading]

The Jolly Boys Ride Again

THE JOLLY BOYS RIDE AGAIN – OLDER, SLOWER AND SADLY NONE THE WISER SUNDAY - WHEN WILL I SEE YOU AGAIN? It had been three long years since I had last sat at Shipley train station ahead of a four day cycling adventure with my old mates and Villas … [Continue reading]