MEMORIES

Before we move on from the Half Moon in Hitchin, here’s another (less controversial) photo of that party. The inflatable unicorn doesn’t look any happier I’m taking a photo of her, does she ? We’d enjoyed a lovely hour or so with Hitchin John, reminiscing about back alleys and forgotten boozers, but we were struggling… Continue reading MEMORIES

“We’re no stranger to ticks. You know the rules and so do I”

I asked the ticket inspector if I could break my journey home in Newton-le-Willows. “It don’t bother me, mate” he said, in that charming Woollyback lilt. I knew you could, bit I always get a bit freaked out when your journey involves multiple train companies.  But no-one cares. Except Tom Irvine. And not many care… Continue reading “We’re no stranger to ticks. You know the rules and so do I”