Some things never leave you. One is the sight and the sound of the crowd at the Olympic stadium performing a very British Mexican wave as Mo Farah raced in London in 2012. I’ve never seen this reported anywhere else but I wrote about it then – almost live blogging from the trackside, writing theContinueContinue reading “Thank you Sir Mo Farah. Remembering the night we bowed to urge you home”
Author Archives: Cole Moreton
Dancing the sun up at Holywell with Hunters Moon Morris
Years ago my friend Tom Pilston (one of the great news photographers) and I came down to Holywell to see Hunters Moon Morris dance up the sun on May Day. We made a cover story for the Independent on Sunday Review and that experience was also part of what got me thinking about the wayContinueContinue reading “Dancing the sun up at Holywell with Hunters Moon Morris”
The Boy Who Gave His Heart Away
“An extraordinary true story told by a wonderful writer. I wish I could produce something as moving, engaging and beautiful as this.”Bryony Gordon Marc is a promising young footballer of 15, growing up in Scotland. A few hundred miles away in England, Martin is a fun-loving 16-year-old. Both are enjoying their summers when they areContinueContinue reading “The Boy Who Gave His Heart Away”
Farewell to the Orient. “Never again kid, never again.”
That’s it then. The end of 112 years of playing in the football league. Leyton Orient gone. Not many people will care. We never won anything of note. Ever. All those Spurs and particularly Arsenal fans who bleat about how tough it is for them up there in LaLaLand will barely notice. Don’t get me startedContinueContinue reading “Farewell to the Orient. “Never again kid, never again.””
Is Sugar The New Smoking?
I had only known the truth about myself for a week, and in that time I had suddenly been made aware of the tsunami of sugar, the great sweeping wave of sweetness that threatens to overwhelm us all. So I wrote this for The Independent on Sunday.
Cole Moreton 