It could be a long, anxious summer. No, I’m not referring to the World Cup, though no doubt the tournament will throw the usual heart-stopping moments at us. We’ll be led up the garden path of hope once more, but will end up collapsing in the fetid compost heap of failure, just short of those roses. It’s the English way. No, it was something that happened the other day.… READ MORE.... …
Month: May 2006
I called my elderly mother this evening. “How are you?” was my innocent question. Pause. “I looked in the mirror today”, she said, ” And I saw Death staring back at me….” Maybe she’s been a closet Tottenham fan all these years. It’s been a wretched week. I’m ill. Or something. My back has been aching all week, I have a rash across my chest, and my stomach sort of hurts.… READ MORE.... …