Martin, have you ever written the story about being in the wrong hotel room with the female broadcaster and something to do with pillows. I heard you tell it on Talksport a few years ago and it was hilarious but I've forgotten the details.
I'm with you on remembering the all day games - - games of kerby, hide and seek, sardines, tiggy ball, bike riding all over and footy in the street or in the empty evening office car parks until dark - just so few cars about down our ever so slightly impoverished way in Rotherham. Great and very happy days. Think we could run and play all day with not an extra chin or slightly pot belly in sight and nobody offering to buy us booze and drugs. Maybe just the odd dubious magazine find in a hedge bottom or something !
Martin, have you ever written the story about being in the wrong hotel room with the female broadcaster and something to do with pillows. I heard you tell it on Talksport a few years ago and it was hilarious but I've forgotten the details.
Welcome Alan. I have two stories on those lines. May be able to enlighten you in the next Substack. Cheers M
I'm with you on remembering the all day games - - games of kerby, hide and seek, sardines, tiggy ball, bike riding all over and footy in the street or in the empty evening office car parks until dark - just so few cars about down our ever so slightly impoverished way in Rotherham. Great and very happy days. Think we could run and play all day with not an extra chin or slightly pot belly in sight and nobody offering to buy us booze and drugs. Maybe just the odd dubious magazine find in a hedge bottom or something !