Friday, 11 November 2011
Wednesday, 19 October 2011
Friday, 7 October 2011
Chic Brodie and a dog
In November 1965, at Griffin Park, Brentford keeper Chic Brodie was milling around his own penalty area, minding his net and his own business, as you do, when he spotted a hand grenade in his goalmouth. It had been dispatched from the away end – populated by jaunty funsters from Millwall – and the firing mechanism had been removed. Luckily the thing failed to go off, and was removed in a bucket of sand by – credit where it's due to the boys in blue – a very brave peeler. Bottles were also wheeched on to the pitch. At the end of the game fighting broke out, and Millwall keeper Alex Stepney was attacked by some other nutter, who was at least only throwing hands and not munitions.
Anyway, Brodie must have used up all his on-pitch luck that day, because five years later at Colchester United, the keeper came out to gather a shot and was knocked out by a white dog that had taken to the pitch and was bowling for the ball at speed. "There was no confirmation of the rumour that Brodie's shins were barked," brayed the Observer's Football Round-Up man Ronald Atkin. Guffaws all round for the pun, though sadly the stripping of a bit of skin from flesh wasn't the sum total of Brodie's injury; his knee was shattered to pieces, and he would never play league football again. He did come up against league opposition a year later, though, on the comeback trail at non-league Margate – whereupon Bournemouth put 11 goals past him in a first-round FA Cup tie (Ted McDougall scoring nine). Yes, it's probably safe to say he used up all that luck with the grenade.
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
These may be two people I don't know but in my opinion if you're in a public place and displaying your affection so obviously, you deserve to be photographed and put on a blog.
Plus it could have been worse guys, my camera wasn't ready when he had his hand up her top.
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
Friday, 30 September 2011
Wednesday, 28 September 2011
Tuesday, 27 September 2011
We only just discovered the Royal Festival Hall, and now I tell everyone about it. The Royal Festival Hall is an open building- an unusual thing in 2011 London. A public building that truly is open to the public. You can come and go as you like, 4 floors open to use as you like- to hire out or to just wander around. We did just that, walking the corridors and peering in to rooms, and we discovered a balcony on the top floor of the building overlooking the Thames, with tables and chairs. We rushed to a newsagents to buy some cheap beers and snacks and headed back to sit, catch up and watch the sun set; having met up just before the start of the film 'The Great White Silence' at the BFI.
Friday, 22 July 2011
Friday, 8 July 2011
Alex, a friend of mine, told me that I had to watch the 2nd episode of Top Gear, because the boys were driving around the Monte Carlo race circuit with Christian Horner, Flavio Briatore and Berns' Ecclestone. He knew it was my favourite place, my favourite circuit.
I ran to my dresser and pulled out stacks of photographs wrapped in 1980s kodak envelopes.
My father took this photo while he was there racing, around 1984. I had it in a packet of photos that I took from his archives to set up an exhibition with, one that is no nearer to completion now than the day I took those photos away with me. But the nostalgia that part of Top Gear raised in me was pretty monumental. Monte Carlo has always had a special place in mine and my father's hearts, so to see this city which is so special to us from that point of view again was a great feeling. I hope to go back with him again and drive up that hill and take the same photo, but with the two of us in front of it.