The long walk

The long walk

Last Sunday, I drove to Leeds and back and went in loads of pubs. I didn’t even have a drink in any of them, which is something of a miracle for me, I just drove over hill after hill for 58 miles. Next Wednesday marks the start of a mammoth walk from Wigan (well Euxton)

Am I bovvered?

Am I bovvered?

Indeed. Where do we go from here? It depends on your point of view and general leaning in life I suppose. But if you’re looking to me for words of wisdom then look elsewhere (nothing new there!) as I simply don’t know. I have continued to put my weight behind Paul Cook when others have

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