This Was The Year...
It is that time of year when the media bombard the suffering public with retrospectives of the previous 12 months. News programmes wade through each and every disaster of which they have sensational footage with great relish; sports commentators show the same goal-of-the-season from 75 different angles; sportspersons who came 18th in a field of 17 recount the months of struggle (mostly not to get fit but to raise sponsorship) on each and every chat show that didn't have them on yesterday. And this year, every single movement by a pigeon in the outfield will be broadcast again as the entire Ashes series is replayed in real time and the players smirk modestly in their winter quarters, expectantly awaiting the inevitable New Year's Honour.
Not being completely immune to this wave of nostalgia, I have been spotted lately in my corner of the stationery cupboard jotting down a few recollections of my own…
