ANOTHER LEEDS SATELLITE TOWN, ANOTHER WOBBLY BOB AND SPICE BAG. NO. 2 – PUDSEY

November 2025. Pudsey. West Yorkshire. Back in Sheffield at the weekend for a couple of days to a) collect post (there isn’t any, except the Caravan Club glossy), b) put the bin out (it’s empty, but habit), c) make sure the heating is working in the middle of a sudden freeze (yep), and d) have… Continue reading ANOTHER LEEDS SATELLITE TOWN, ANOTHER WOBBLY BOB AND SPICE BAG. NO. 2 – PUDSEY

RETIRED MARTIN MAKES PEACE WITH FARSLEY

Never hold grudges.  There’s no money in it.  In March 2008 I really fell out with Farsley for complex reasons involving teenagers, spit and a Cambridge United  defeat to a team of part-timers with an axe to grind in their sole season in National League football. In more than 40 years of watching football, this was the most… Continue reading RETIRED MARTIN MAKES PEACE WITH FARSLEY