I was once told that through sport, I lived a double life. I disagreed. My view was that what I did was no different to how others involved in amateur sport lived their lives. I had a decent job, a part-time hobby and a dedication to the sport I played. But then if I introduced myself to anyone new. Told them what I did. How I made my living; where I would be on a Friday night – what I would then be doing on a Saturday morning – a lack of understanding would permeate through the rest of our conversation. They simply refused to believe me. The job meant working at different European sites. The hobby was as an events reviewer for DJ Magazine.
Here is another guest blog, this time for the ever excellent The Culture Vulture Blog. A website dedicated to Culture and the Arts. It is a Leeds based site, with a primary focus on all things Yorkshire, but there is more than a nod to the rest of the North – and even further afield. The piece focuses on the lost of art of using your imagination when sat alone in a pub – something we all did before we immediately dived for our phones, every time our companions got up to go to the toilet – or failed to show up on time. The Unspoken Truth Do make sure to have a look round the rest of the site when you’ve finished with my
Once upon a time – at approximately 7.30pm, give or take how long dinner has taken, or if you’ve had a bath. In a castle with three bedrooms and off road parking, a little King is being readied for bed. Part of the little King’s bedtime routine, is for a big King to read them a story (or three). They usually involve animals; tired animals that need to go to bed. The animals are the only tired participants of this piece. So the big King, shall we call them Mummy or Daddy, starts to read the first of three books to their little baby King. The books tend to follow the same format. Someone wants to find someone or something. Through the medium of rhyme