“Don’t tell my heart, my achy breaky heart, I just don’t think he’d understand.” Being a fan of Sunderland, there’s been plenty of heartbreak, it comes with the territory. As we went into penalties at Wembley in March following an injury time equaliser, the bloke next to me said “I don’t think my heart can … More Sunderland and my Achy Breaky Heart.
I’ve been a little busy recently and have neglected my blog a bit. There’ll be some more detailed blogs coming soon but I thought I’d give a quick update on what I’ve been up to and what’s coming up in the next month. A lot of my time has been spent on freelance writing. I … More The busy life of a full time writer.
Almost by accident, I appear to have become a bit of a bridge enthusiast. Not that I have much more than a passing interest in engineering, but circumstance has put me in close contact with some of world’s most recognisable bridges. Many years ago I lived in Sydney, home to possibly the most famous bridge … More Many bridges to cross. My visit to the Northern Spire.
My relationship with organised runs has been a little bit cursed. My inspiration for running was my mate Thomma who has always had a touch of Frank Spencer about him and I can’t help but think he’s had a hand in my running mishaps to date. I explained my reasons behind taking up running in … More Time is running gout. (My love hate relationship with running)
Great North Run 2017 A week after the event and I think it is time to give an honest appraisal of my first (and last) Great North Run. A few weeks ago I wrote about why I was doing the run and the fact that I raised over £500 for Thomma’s foundation made every step … More Legged It (My tale of the Great North Run)
I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m lazy. Most people are. Why choose the difficult path when there are far easier options available? I see people climbing mountains, trekking across deserts or rowing across the Atlantic and despite having some admiration for the effort, my overriding feeling is why bother? I know someone who once … More From lazy to legging it. (Why I’m running the Great North Run)