On Paying A Man To Rub Me: A Week To Go

On Paying A Man To Rub Me: A Week To Go

Last night I stripped down to my underpants and paid a man to rub me for an hour. It’s something I haven’t done since that weekend in Hamburg whe… erm, it’s not something I’ve ever done before, but such is my dedication to getting round this half marathon with a...

Rain, Running and Bad Words, part three

There are two weeks to go now before I tackle the Bath Half Marathon for the Alzheimer’s Society and I’ve just completed my third month of training. What have I learnt so far? Well, while the training itself can admittedly be agony, the rest of the time everything...

Rain, Running and Bad Words – part two

You can read the opening instalment of this sweaty saga here, and find out why I’m putting myself through this here. Look at that face. Yes, yes, I know, devilishly handsome and inexplicably youthful and all that, very kind of you to say so, but it’s also the...

WG Grace: Death of a Champion

WG Grace, who died a century ago today, lived through extraordinary times. He was born in 1848 as revolutions and a wave of hope swept across Europe and the world and died in 1915 just as it became clear that the war in Europe was destined to be the most devastating...

Phillip Hughes: Curator of Dreams

In 1985 Hugh McIlvanney wrote after the sudden death of Jock Stein of “the larcenous nature of death, its habit of breaking in on us when we are least prepared and stealing the irreplaceable”. McIlvanney’s words came immediately to my mind on hearing of the death...