And a love story for the ages that’s been pleasingly resurrected. The four film reviews that follow were written by a Matrix obsessive who reveres the whole ethos, spirit and existential thinking of the original film of 22 years ago and the trilogy, and now very pleasingly quadrilogy of films…

Black on White. White on Black. Reflections. Mirror Images. Perfection. Obsession. 3 missing swans. Missing 3 swans. It’s exactly 10 months to the day since the “Grand Old Lady of Pompey” AKA Maureen, AKA my dear old Mum, departed for universes anew and hopefully a sly whiskey and lemonade with…

Why I’m going to Australia at 2am this winter for lunch and why cricket memories never fail to make me smile. Caveat Emptor: The answer to the question(s) posed are at the bottom of this scorecard, but the runs and wickets, dropped catches and the human characters I called friends…

and why I can’t watch a silly baseball film about baseball that isn’t about baseball 1986 was an odd year. I had achieved a schoolboy dream of playing for my Senior School football team and a team that contained many associate schoolboys who were signed with either Portsmouth or Southampton…

Another stroll along the Shropshire Union Canal This edition of my tomfoolery and exploration of the Shropshire Union Canal in the heart of the English countryside takes us from Gnosall to High Onn via ten canal bridges and roughly a three mile stretch of the commonly known “Cut”. The 24…

And a Sunday evening stroll along the canal This edition in my continuing series of gambolling and galivanting along the Shropshire Union Canal takes us to the sleepy village of Wheaton Aston in Stafford, and on the border with my home county of Shropshire. Here are your particulars: Introduction A…

The Retrospective Series Vol.12: 29th November 1980 This volume in our time travelling and retrospective match reports series takes us back 42 years to a Roker Park that couldn’t find its “Roar” on a bizarre afternoon in front of 32,340 in the English North East. 6 goals, some incredible ones…

I write on behalf of the ghost of Hunter S Thompson So, and in the spirit of immediate openness and transparency, I don’t particularly care for these types of “About Me” articles but being the proud contrarian that I am, I thought it time that I wrote a 4/5 minute…

“Surgery is the new sex”. Apparently. David Cronenberg’s latest disturbing and shocking creation centres on a dank, dark and dirty unnamed city of a future that was constantly reinforced to me as perhaps a dystopian relic from a near past or for those of a conspiratorial mind, a very near…