Strictly 2012 Series 10 – Week 4

No one knows the exact origin of Halloween. The word was never used until the sixteenth century; prior to that the day had been a pagan celebration, a time for the Romans to feast in honour of one of their gods, the chance for Christians to thank their God for the harvest and to toast...

Strictly 2012 Series 10 – Week 3

I was called to the production meeting of this week’s show when a message whistled at me from my new mobile phone. That’s right, a whistle. When there’s an email it rings like a doorbell. When the phone itself rings you can set a ringtone or even a pop song. Imagine that! Anyway, the car...

Strictly 2012 Series 10 – Week 2

I don’t know how we coped before the Tinterweb and all the hifalutin technicality that has swamped the planet in the last few years. There was a time when you used to have to go to a library in a quest for knowledge or nip to the phone box, put in your tuppence and dial...

Strictly 2012 Series 10 – Week 1

There was a time, a long time ago, when the big events that I used to look forward to the most were birthdays, Christmas, the Cup Final and the start of the crickit season, a chance to place willow to leather, the smell of freshly cut grass leading towards another Wimbledon Final win by Borg....

Strictly 2012 Series 10 – Introduction

A few weeks ago I was a guest at the wedding reception of the beautiful Crazy Gazey, famed for her Salsa, Waltz and Rumba, the Waltz a Bond themed extravaganza filled with menace, phantoms, falling skies, views to kill for, days to die for, though not that night, maybe another day. The wedding was the...

Strictly 2011 Series 9 – Week 12 The Final

When was the last time you took a trip by charabanc? It used to be the highlight of the year for many. Before the planet shrank. Before the air became flooded with Sir Frank Whittle’s finest. Before the country became covered with tarmac, self-combusting engines and individuals. Maybe it was the visit to the seaside,...

Strictly 2011 Series 9 – Week 10 Quarter Finals

You may not be aware of it, certainly until the turn of the last century I hadn’t a clue, but at this time of the year, all over the country, dance schools are preparing for their Christmas Shows, their annual showcase of the year’s classes, the chance for mums and dads to watch Jasmin and...

Strictly 2011 Series 9 – Week 9

In 1982 I was on crickit tour in Somerset and Devon with my club, Whitley Bridge. Amidst the group was number two son, a cupple of years my senior, a brilliant fielder, a mediocre bowler and a great batter. At Budleigh Salterton I went in at number three, he at four, and we shared the...

Strictly 2011 Series 9 – Week 8 Wembley

When I was very young, playing hangman in a dormobile one summer holiday, I hung my dad and all my brothers. The crickiter in question, that they couldn’t get, was the Yorkshire and England opener, G. Cott. Of course, it should have been Boycott. The name Cott stayed thereafter whenever we mentioned the maestro. So...

Strictly 2011 Series 9 – Week 7

Things are not always what you think. A few years ago I was listening to someone talk about Robinson Crusoe and how Man Friday was just a figment of his imagination. I found this shocking. For thirty-five years I had thought that Friday was a native from another island. Instead he never actually existed. I...

Strictly 2011 Series 9 – Week 6

Saturday night was bonfire night, a night to celebrate the death of a bad guy who tried to blow up the House of Lords or rather, celebrate the safety of King James. He was a game boy (see that for product placement?), Guido Fawkes, Guy, a Yorkshire mercenary who died from a broken neck that...
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