Thanks for stopping by! Would you like a cup of tea or coffee? And please, sit for a spell. If you enjoy my posts, please feel free to follow me or subscribe to my blog. This is a word verification free, family friendly blog, so everything I share here is for all ages. I am a happily married man in my late sixties who lives on the Wirral peninsula, near Liverpool, in the UK.
I'm a blogger - and nowadays that seems to be my main occupation. Rambles from My Chair is my main blog. I’m a retired local government executive - now studying how to survive a neurological disorder that gives me various problems but, hopefully, a whole new outlook on life and an increased sense of humour and perspective. There is a saying in Sweden "man måste vara frisk för att orka vara sjuk" ~ "you have to be well to cope with being ill"....
I enjoy most forms of communication and postcards are a special favourite. I used to blog as Scriptor Senex which is Latin for Old Writer but now Google only lets me post as John Edwards.
“He’s not so old. He’s just the age that he is, that’s all.” (Gerald Hammond)
Goalies are mad. I tried to find a photo of this particular goalkeeper picking the ball out of the back of the net - just to embarrass him - but instead the only one I could find was a spectacular save.
I’ve only ever known two people daft enough to voluntarily play ‘goalie’. One was Dad who played in goal for a Birkenhead team in the 1920s and 30s and the other is the person pictured here, Ron Arbuckle. I think the game was the in the Liverpool Zingari League. Ron was GB’s ‘best friend’ at school; person who only really appreciated that he was ‘getting on in years’ when GB’s little brother brought a girlfriend into a pub; and, so far as I know, the only reader of this Blog who lives in Minorca !
Both Dad and Ron kept goal in the days when referees were somewhat less soft than today and being touched by a forward didn’t result in a foul being awarded – it resulted in a bloody big bruise. Yes, goalies were even more mad in those days.