Thank you Sir Mo Farah. Remembering the night we bowed to urge you home

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 theContinue reading “Thank you Sir Mo Farah. Remembering the night we bowed to urge you home”

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 wayContinue reading “Dancing the sun up at Holywell with Hunters Moon Morris”

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 startedContinue reading “Farewell to the Orient. “Never again kid, never again.””

The True Story of a Man by a Bench on the Seafront, Yesterday

“Hello mate, can I help you?” He is bent over by the bench, on the seafront. An old man, of an age that is coming up fast. A skinny man, in baggy clothes, sweating under his white cap. Bent over by the bench, almost on his knees, inspecting the wood of an evening, on theContinue reading “The True Story of a Man by a Bench on the Seafront, Yesterday”

There is a choice to make, between love and hate. Choose love. 

Somebody asked me at a gathering on Wednesday night if I had ever known politics so sad, so nasty, so vicious, so tinged with hatred. I said yes, remembering the miners strike and the poll tax riots and that time of great polarisation, because I know it’s cyclical and that if we fail to lookContinue reading “There is a choice to make, between love and hate. Choose love. “

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