Going to the World
JUNE 14, 2010
I went to the World Cup in 1966. I was 14 and it was no big deal, at least, not in todayís terms. A friend and I sent away for tickets for three games at Evertonís Goodison Park. They arrived in the post and we were all set.
Getting there was easy too. A short walk to the local station in the Southport suburb of Birkdale, and then a 25 minute train journey.
As a Scot living in England, and in those pre-digital
"Time to take a breather", as Jeff Stelling might say. As we hear what Filled Rolls in dictionary corner has to tell us today.
I donít know if Iíve ever mentioned this before, but I used to drive a black cab in Edinburgh. It was the classic Bipolar job, you were either in ecstacy or the depths of despair.
It is the ideal job for a big mouth. It doesnít matter too much if you put your foot in it, you knew that your chances of meeting that person again were
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No pen. Good decision.