The Great Human Magic Trick: How We Turn Empty Moments into Meaning

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It started, as these things often do, with a throwaway comment delivered by someone who clearly thought they were being sensible. “Why do you bother with Notts County?” they asked, with that faint smirk people reserve for hobbies – or in my case my calling – they don’t understand. “It’s just 22 men running around, … Read more

How I Ended Up in an FA Autobiography (By Accident): Time for the Police to Correct the Record

Catching up with my old mucker John, he casually dropped a bombshell: apparently we feature in David Davies’ autobiographical romp FA Confidential: Sex, Drugs and Penalties. The Inside Story of English Football. Henry Winter’s review in The Daily Telegraph retells Davies’ version – a late night knock at his Burnham Beeches hotel door during Euro … Read more

Ascot Made Me Do It: Flags, Fools, and More Than a Flicker of Pride

My opinion on the royal family may not receive applause in all British households, but I’ve come to think they’re an outdated, unnecessary institution. The older I get, the more republican I become. They’re a dysfunctional family – elevated to a level of deference that more than irks me. That’s not to say I haven’t … Read more

Adios Bracknell (Again): False Teeth, Harry Potter & The Sunset Exit (part 3 of 3)

The last leg of my walk was a greatest hits album of Bracknell absurdity: burglars with bin bags, missing false teeth, Harry Potter film sets, and a showdown with a bloke known as “Half a Thumb.” But tucked between the madness were the moments that mattered — the ones that stitched my life together. One … Read more

Adios Bracknell (Again): Robbers, Hopscotch & Things That Go Crunch in the Night (part 2 of 3)

If Part One was the warm up lap, this is where the memories start sprinting. Bracknell in the 80s wasn’t just a place — it was a full contact sport. Robberies, dodgy motors, youth clubs, blasting The Specials, and me trying to look competent in a Vauxhall Chevette that handled like a shopping trolley with … Read more

The Crying Game

In my later years I’ve become a seasoned crier – not just at football, but in the full, messy, human sprawl of life. Films, family moments, unexpected kindness, the odd existential wobble… they can all set me off. Sure, I’ve shed a tear or two at matches over the years, but I’m not the sort … Read more

Britain’s Slow‑Motion Collapse — And the Way Out

I asked AI, “what was the chief reason for the UK imploding in terms of its economy, standing in the world and happiness of the people?” The bottom line: a catastrophic, unresolved collapse in productivity and investment after 2008. Everything else — stagnant wages, failing public services, declining global influence, and falling happiness — flows … Read more