So it was true. Michael Jackson dies and no-one can quite believe it. Few will be surprised that he didn’t complete a full innings however but I don’t think there would be many that expected that this would be the moment that he would meet his maker…whoever that might be.
A couple of weeks ago I was chatting about Mr Jackson and his 50 date residency at the O2 Arena and we were all agreed that we couldn’t see him completing all the dates – that would be hard enough for a young man let alone someone walking around with hardly any body part he started out with.
It’s testement to his back catalogue and reputation as a performer that he could sell out so many shows, and I hear there were options for more, but his fragile physical and mental state would make that number of dates too much to take surely. I could be doing him a disservice but as he didn’t even make the first concert it would be hard argue otherwise.

I’ve never known another time in my life when an air of depression seems to permeate every waking moment. Don’t get me wrong I’m contemplating anything untoward but it’s ever more difficult to shake off the gloom and despondency that attaches itself to what we do on a day-to-day basis.
I’m from an era when doing the League and FA Cup double was considered virtually impossible. Spurs did it for the first time in 70 years in 1961 and Arsenal did it again in 1971. By the time Liverpool did it in 1986 I was 17 and hardly anyone had won more than two trophies (if you count Europe) for a century. Unfortunately we have phrases like ‘double double’ and ‘treble double’ now so ‘treble treble’ is on the cards.
I overheard a weird conversation on the bus yesterday. There were two lads of a school leaving age talking about school and education generally. One said he was going to go to university and the other couldn’t understand why.
So here’s an overview of last night’s web traffic experiment…
This blog is not a high traffic blog but it doesn’t do bad largely due down to three posts associated with self-help guru Tony Robbins. One is a
In a quick scan of some old football statistics I noted that a few great players had faced each other at the opposite ends of their lengthy careers. This set me thinking about how far back you go with a minimum number of individuals. Of the current set of Premier League players Ryan Giggs is one of the more celebrated and is approaching 18 years at the very top of the game. Mental recollection told me that Peter Shilton would’ve appeared in one Giggs early matches and as he had made his debut in the 60s I knew Sir Stanley Matthews would have come into the equation too.
We had the company’s Christmas party in December at
It was a white out here today and I ended up working from home as did the rest of the office. In the UK the place collapses with a light frost but because we all had good home connectivity there was no necessity to be in work.
Here is a mix I put together using several 


