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Shane Williams to retire “every season”

by Marrick on June 17, 2013

“Retirement sucks,” says the man who is arguably Wales’s greatest ever winger, “but retiring is a different kettle of fish.” “In fact, retiring is so good, I’m actually thinking of making it an annual event.” The mercurial Wales back is arguably now more famous for his teary wave goodbye to his adoring fans than for […]

Book review: The Summer Isles by Ian R MacLeod

by Marrick on September 10, 2012

I read this over the last week and heartily recommend it to everyone, whether they are fans of "alternative" fiction or not. MacLeod writes well enough for this wonderful novel to be categorised as "literary fiction", and for me it was one of those non-stop reads: I just couldn##Q##t put down. Unfortunately, the asking price […]

Another year

by Marrick on March 19, 2012

Today is my friend’s birthday. Gay left us on 27th May 2011 and not a day has gone by when I don’t think of her in some small way. This, in itself, is interesting because I never met her in real life: she was a virtual friend. We “met” on the internet about five years […]

Death of a friend I never got to know properly

by Marrick on September 29, 2011

My best friend##Q##s father died yesterday. A heart attack at 79 is not an unusual occurrence, and given he had an attack five years ago, only surviving because of the prompt actions of those custodians of the nation##Q##s health the NHS, it would be safe to say he was living in overtime. Following an operation […]

Richard Thompson at St David’s Hall, Cardiff

by Marrick on January 23, 2011

If Mark Knopfler could write songs like Bob Dylan and had a half decent singing voice, he would be Richard Thompson. If there were any justice, Thompson would be a superstar and if I ever go to a better concert than this, then it will be the day after Wales beat the All Blacks… in […]

I love it when a plan comes together

by Marrick on February 17, 2009

The phone rings, and that moment every father dreads comes crashing into your world like a steroidal bull with a hangover. A voice you have known all your life speaks, deeper now, but still the boy you knew, now a man. His tones trembling, your son says; “Dad, you got to help me….”

Ibiza: the best you can say is it’s warm

by Marrick on August 4, 2005

I’ve been in Ibiza since Saturday. It’s changed a lot since my last visit in 1985. If you can imagine a Sluts’R’Us convention in Chav Central you’ll be somewhere near the unique ambience of this little jewel in the Med. Did I say jewel? I meant it in the tackiest possible way. If it weren’t […]

January Marshes

by Marrick on January 8, 2005

I went for a lovely long walk with Patch today – trying to keep up my New Year Resolution to lose weight. We set off about nine this morning, across the playing fields at the back of my house, where semi-comatose schoolboys limbered up in sub-Beckham-esque fashion, preparing themselves for their weekly dose of parental […]

Bangers and Smash

by Marrick on January 5, 2005

There are many ways to send a perfectly good car to an early grave, the most obvious is to give it to a company rep. Less apparent, but lots more fun is to take it to Llandre Airfield on the third Sunday of the month and enter it into a contest with the bargain basement […]

Mervyn the Wizard

by Marrick on February 4, 1998

Many years ago, when I was about fifteen years of age, I was holidaying in a small West Wales village called Rhosilli. Situated some twenty miles south-west of Swansea, on the tip of the Gower Peninsula, Rhosilli is said to be a place of magic and fable. Overlooking the village is a small mountain, on […]