The world according to Kirkey
I hadn’t seen Aunty Joyce for what seemed like an eternity. We had never been that close. I only ever saw her at the big-ticket family events – births, weddings, and funerals. I became aware that her health was failing when my mum updated me on a series of phone calls with Uncle Ronnie, informing … Read more
I wouldn’t say that I enjoyed the complete roller-coaster ride whilst bathed in glorious sunshine in Nottingham yesterday. I shouted, until I lost my voice, jumped up and down like a proverbial jack in the box and hid the tears under my shades at the end. Aged 58 I have abandoned any desire to be … Read more
Our thumbs are useful for gripping, allowing fingers to click and acknowledging when things are OK or not so good. I also remember it being used in an elegant metaphor for night shift town centre foot patrol when I was a copper in the then concrete jungle of Bracknell’s pedestrianised shopping centre in the early … Read more
I love where I live but I love to escape it too. I don’t know where my compulsion to flee originates from, but I can recall, aged four, when I lived in Stapleford, Nottinghamshire running to the very edge of the then known universe and touching the Hemlock Stone adjacent to the A6002 and running … Read more
What seems a lifetime ago, aged sixteen, I was at college trying to figure out life, the universe, and what lay ahead. Cocooned with my college chums, often in the refectory smoking Gauloises cigarettes supplied by the rich Persian students, I realised that most of us didn’t have a clue what we wanted to become, … Read more
Not a King’s ransom by any stretch of the imagination but freedom nonetheless! Today I bought my ticket for Kent Kings versus Leicester Lions at Central Park Stadium, Sittingbourne, Kent next Tuesday (18th May), the opening Championship fixture. After what seems like an eternity, my normality will be celebrated with the breeze in my eyebrows, … Read more
Watching Notts County demolish Barnet at The Hive this afternoon (I don’t often use that word when referring to Notts) I wondered how the opposing press reporter would spin such a battering? Then I thought about my time as the pitch side hack for Whitegrove Arrows, the local team that my son Adam played for … Read more
Waking up this morning was rather surreal if not totally unpredictable. Hartlepool led the headlines. Many of you may ask, not unreasonably, where is Hartlepool? According to Google, “Hartlepool is a port town in the Borough of Hartlepool, of which it is the administrative centre, in County Durham, England. The town is 17 miles southeast … Read more
