I used to live in Blackpool where my family ran a hotel for some 10 years. Sometimes – mainly under duress from Rachel my then girlfriend – I returned for a short break to revisit the old place. One haunt I found myself being drawn towards is a place nicknamed “Tacky city” a group of small…
My absolute best friend in childhood was Mr David Hughes but despite our near unbreakable friendship we did sometimes fall out bad style.
My girlfriend and later to be my wife Rachel had a penchant for fast motorbikes In her time she went though amongst others a CBR 600, VFF 400, VFR 750 and a big Honda Virago 750.
Previously I talked about my skill with cards and how I would see someone doing something and then decide to become proficient in that skill. Another day another skill and weirdly another one of those spaghetti westerns to blame. This time I believe it was the film “Revenge in El Paso” staring yet again Mario…
In the 80’s my family owned two hotels one after the other in Blackpool, the Park Villa and then The Highfield. There are a lot of stories related to the hotel however there is one encounter that every year since will unexpectedly pop into my head.
I can sometimes seem a rather contradictory person, at one time funny, witty and charming and at ease with people and another withdrawn and quiet. I feel with some trepidation I will tell you why.
When I was about 8 I used to play my Grandmother May Ross at cards and she would win every time. Out of sheer frustration I turned to my mum one afternoon and asked her “Why does granny always win at cards?”. Leaning over my mum whispered ” Granny has a secret”, “What?” I replied,…
About 15 years ago I worked in an office with two other protagonists in central Liverpool. While working there it is safe to say that we achieved in our minds legendary status as pranksters getting up to absurd antics that beggar belief.
My friend David Hughes seems to enjoy reminding me of one particular event that happened while I was in Blackpool where my family owned and operated a Hotel.
It was a lazy day at David Hughes house, sitting in the front lounge of his home, drinking milk and eating biscuits. Now David’s home was semi detached and being Saturday afternoon we could hear next door watching the Football match and being rather vocal to boot.
