Sport is now a rat race. “But we are not rats.”

Sport is now a rat race. “But we are not rats.”

David Soul is dead. Those of the Starsky and Hutch generation will inevitably feel a pang of sadness, of disappearing sands in the hourglass. Not because he was a great actor or singer (he was neither), but as a representative symbol of that era. The first Column of...
Loyalty is sport’s Camelot.

Loyalty is sport’s Camelot.

Of all the characteristics to which to aspire, loyalty is the most admirable. It was my father’s default setting. To both blood and stranger. Once a furious neighbour came to our door accusing me and my mates of panning-in his windows with snowballs, turbo-charged...
Never let the old man in.

Never let the old man in.

  After the ball ache agony of endless proof-reading, the final copy is sent off to the printers with more a sense of relief than achievement. Let me say it clearly: if you aspire to do a book of quality, in content and product design, be prepared for the very...
This is the end, beautiful friend.

This is the end, beautiful friend.

  One of my friends sent me the rushes for a BBC documentary he is producing on Jim Morrison of The Doors. What hit me most was him alone in an Oslo cinema, in the middle of the day, watching the opening scene from Apocalypse Now, here, being profoundly affected...
All things must pass.

All things must pass.

Michael Johnson is an elite athlete of the 90s. Maybe THE athlete of that era. Revisiting all his glory, whilst researching our podcast, doesn’t leave anyone of his generation, my generation, untouched. The Italians have a word for it…”Soggezione”. Somewhat in a state...