Memoirs Of A Fire Hazard

Now, we know I don't write about work but I have to share this little gem with you. I won't go into the details of my place of em...

I started my last entry with the intention of telling you all about my week as a whole, but then I got side-tracked by the Halifax and Hudde...

I've had another interesting if not always pleasurable week since I last scribbled on these pages. It started in Halifax on Saturday. E...

If you thought the signing of Matty Smith from W***n was bonkers, consider Saints’ latest recruitment decision in letting Andre Savelio join...

I turned 41 last weekend. Usually when I endure another birthday I post something that I hope will be reflective and thought provoking but w...

The worst kept secret in rugby league since Nigel Wood finally admitted to hoovering up all the pork pies at the RFL's end of season buf...

Sunday in London starts badly. It's the day of the treasure hunt and we're meeting Roland and Susan at a Wetherspoons called The Wi...

I'm writing this because I think it might help. Or at least I'm told that writing about things like this helps if you suffer from th...

It seems like a different age now because of the small novel I have written about the Paralympics, but we were in London for Emma's birt...

We start this entry with a false start. Ukraine's Roman Pavlyk is first out of the blocks and first out of the final of the men's T3...

Four years ago in London paracyclist Jody Cundy threw the tantrum to end all tantrums, the wobbliest of wobblies after the C4/5 1000m time t...

I left you on the kind of cliff-hanger that would make the writers of 24 green with envy. Libby Clegg had just claimed a world record in qu...