My home town. City. City and Borough (in 1967, when I was born).

Four go to Leeds

Let’s not get carried away… but it is still something of a coup.

Why I envy joggers

Obviously, the moral of this post has very little to do with actual running or fitness…

A walk through auld memories

Rather than wallow in self-pity on my sofa, I’ve been pounding the streets of my home city and seeing how it’s changed.

Triathlon runner

Spending a day helping out… with the eyes of the world upon us. As you do.

On floods

Flooding is no fun. But we all know where the problem areas are, so why isn’t more done about it?

The worst toilet in Leeds?

When you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go. Which isn’t always a good thing…