"arms, Kevin, ARMS!"
……of the year
Miniature Hero
A silly pet name, really, what with, you know, us being ON IT and everything.......
We Never Expected That
The gingerbread man was well and truly knocking on my door this morning
Why Stevenage?
That evening, sat listening to some Barry White in my bedsit, I used my smart phone for two things......
Elitism in running (the perception of Jonny Punter)
Running back toward Chesil Beach, with about 2 miles left of lap 1 of the Portland Coastal Marathon, we ran past two boarded up public houses. Being a 'failed' publican myself, I always take a moment to think of the final, departing guardians of these, presumably once thriving, seaside hostelries. We had decided to turn... Continue Reading →
