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Got briefly excited (a rare event these days) when my old manor Bromley was mentioned but having looked at their website it all sounds a bit of a damp squib to me: ‘We offer leading brands such as John Smiths, Fosters, Birra Moretti, Heineken, Guinness and Strongbow’. Hmmm.
Don’t mind a pint of Guinness now and then but there’s nothing there to tempt the discerning drinker (or prise me from the Red Lion). Looks like it’s going to be next to the Diner’s Inn Cafe, one of my old haunts, so might look in out of curiosity when I’m in the area.
I enjoy Test cricket (what a luxury when it was on C4 terrestrial TV) and specific events like the golf Open. Have to be content with the highlights these days.
Loved boxing in the 70’s (the Ali, Foreman, Frazier years in particular - When We Were Kings summed up that era for me) but not so bothered since everything became pay-per-view. I’ve got grainy black and white memories from the 60’s too (my great uncle Stan was timekeeper at the first Henry Cooper v Cassius Clay fight at Wembley in 1963).
As for actual participation, I still enjoy racketball (squash for old people), lawn tennis and my current obsession Real tennis (an ancient, and rather ‘niche’, racket sport from which all the others evolved).
I’m currently engaged in a bit of a ‘court-hopping’ (there are about 25 active ones in the UK, 50 worldwide) and have so far managed to tick off Cambridge University, Newmarket, Hatfield House and Petworth House as well as my ‘home’ court at Hampton Court Palace.
I’m hoping to find some more clubs that tie in with QPR away games in due course (managed it a couple of years ago when we played Cambridge United in the League Cup).
Always fancied having a go at salsa dancing. Had a couple of lessons a few years ago but just couldn’t get the hang of it. It was two steps forward three steps back.
Back in the late 70’s a gang of masked intruders gate crashed our office Christmas party in the City, announcing, ‘We’re from Bermondsey and we got shooters’, the ‘Bermondsey’ qualification presumably designed to paralyse the assembled throng into submission, before making off with their haul of cash, watches and jewellery.
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