The Big Red Button

The Big Red Button

The Big Red Button It appeared on the high street on a Wednesday morning; nobody knew where it came from. A red button atop a plain, black box. Above the button was a sign, upon which, written in bold, red capital letters were these words: DO NOT UNDER ANY...
Whatever Happens At 4am

Whatever Happens At 4am

Whatever Happens At 4am Somewhere in the fug of the night amid the din of the music and swaying bodies and narrow shafts of jagged white light that criss-cross and flash in fit inducing intermittence above the heads and across the sweaty walls, you walk with a stagger...
A morning without care in the middle of nowhere

A morning without care in the middle of nowhere

A morning without care in the middle of nowhere I was the first to wake up most days, a fact that’s always filled me with an irrational and frankly pointless sense of pride. This was one of those mornings. It was difficult to know exactly what time it was, the clock...
St David and the Half-Day Holiday

St David and the Half-Day Holiday

St David and the Half-Day Holiday It was the day that Dafydd Hughes got a crayon stuck up his nose. Nobody was quite sure how he’d done it, an act without witness; attention drawn only when Dafydd let out a cry of panic. Mild at first, swiftly moving through the...
Paulo Rossi and the Telê Santana Blues

Paulo Rossi and the Telê Santana Blues

Paulo Rossi and the Telê Santana Blues My first ever football wallchart was for the World Cup in 1982. They were handed out to everyone in my school, which meant all my friends were equally invested in the tournament to come. This was mainly because we all had some...
On Football and How It All Began

On Football and How It All Began

On Football and How It All Began The Swansea City team were sunbathing on a beach in Majorca. The manager, John Toshack, was there, as was Alan Curtis and Ray Kennedy. I’m pretty sure that the two James’, Robbie and Leighton, were also on the beach, and think, but...
A Brief Conversation About Fish and Chips in Majorca

A Brief Conversation About Fish and Chips in Majorca

A Brief Conversation About Fish and Chips in Majorca Puerto de Pollensa is a seaside town in the North-East of Majorca. It’s a relatively quiet town, certainly in comparison to party towns like Magaluf down the other end of the island. Along the front there’s a pretty...
When Desmond Punched Me in the Face

When Desmond Punched Me in the Face

When Desmond Punched Me in the Face To the best of my knowledge I’ve been punched in the face twice in my life. The first time was by Andrew Passolini when I was in standard three (year 5 in the modern parlance), who put fist to face after a brief squabble over who...