I retired from Northumbria Police three years ago and entered into a state of happy lethargy. I was roused from it temporarily when I went to work on a holiday scheme run by Gateshead MBC […]

I retired from Northumbria Police three years ago and entered into a state of happy lethargy. I was roused from it temporarily when I went to work on a holiday scheme run by Gateshead MBC […]
I’ve dreamt of retirement every day since the 6th of September, 1965. This was the 249th day of the year 1965 in the Gregorian calendar. There were 116 days remaining until the end of the […]
I just want to mention the Ryton Festival again, and something that happened a few minutes after the eleventh session had concluded up in St. Agnes RC Church, Winlaton. A visibly distressed young man from […]
I was in the Hexham branch of Marks and Spencer’s shortly before Christmas, a regular port of call for Mum and me. It’s one of the growing number of places where Mum has a solid […]
I think it’s gradually dawning upon me that I’m not going back to work. I’ve dreamt of being retired since I was sixteen, and I’m certainly not complaining, although I suppose that in all of […]
This following paragraph is the gist of an article published in the Evening Chronicle a couple of months ago. Following a new round of financial predictions and spending reviews, Northumbria Police face further cuts to […]
Have I mentioned that I am retiring next week? Possibly not, I don’t tend to talk about it very much. Anyway, in anticipation of a bit of spare cash I’m busy sorting out a few […]