In the summer of 1984, my dad showed me a scrapbook he had made as a young man. As a born and bred Wiganer, he loved his rugby. He had created the book detailing a full season of events and matches involving the Wigan RL club. I think it was from around the mid fifties, when legendary Welsh winger Billy Boston was in his prime. The photos were all black and white from the local newspaper, but he had hand coloured them with pencil, and the cherry hoops of the Wigan shirt gave the photos an almost
Early in the morning of November 23rd 2006 I woke up from a short nights sleep on a boat. (I was still on the boat.) I had woke up on a boat before, but not from a pre planned lying down sleep in bed thing, more from passing out on boozy trips to the Isle Of Man and the Dover to Calais ferry.
The first thoughts that entered my head included where am I, how are England going on in Australia and where was my phone. The ship (boat?) was still moving, so I guessed I was somewhere off the coast of H