Over the years, the idea seems to have grown up …– Craig Brown
Over the years, the idea seems to have grown up that brightly coloured flowers are vulgar, and that the only flowers to be admitted to the walled garden of good taste are discreet and pastel-hued.
Alan Whicker may be the last Briton to have worn a …– Craig Brown
Alan Whicker may be the last Briton to have worn a silver-buttoned blazer with complete confidence.
Like Christians, Soccerians argue that you should …– Craig Brown
Like Christians, Soccerians argue that you should not judge the essence of their faith by the loopy activities of its followers. But the Beautiful Game is in fact quite the opposite. It is badly designed and riddled with flaws.
By and large, the artistic establishment …– Craig Brown
By and large, the artistic establishment disapproved of Margaret Thatcher.
Everyone must know by now that the aim of Scrabble …– Craig Brown
Everyone must know by now that the aim of Scrabble is to gain the moral high ground, the loser being the first player to slam the board shut and upset all the letters over the floor.
My father, a captain in the 5th Battalion of the …– Craig Brown
My father, a captain in the 5th Battalion of the Queen’s Own Cameron Highlanders, landed in Normandy the day after D-Day.
When I was a boy, I used to stay with a school …– Craig Brown
When I was a boy, I used to stay with a school friend in Bexhill, in Sussex, which was then well-known for being the town with more oldies than any other. Aged ten, I felt slightly embarrassed by this, though I’m not sure why.
Looking back, some of the happiest moments of my …– Craig Brown
Looking back, some of the happiest moments of my childhood were spent with my arm in packets of breakfast cereal, rootling around for a free gift.
How I hate the Beautiful Game! I hate its cry-baby …– Craig Brown
How I hate the Beautiful Game! I hate its cry-baby players and its gruff, joyless managers, its blokish supporters and its sinister owners, its whistle-peeping referees and its chippy little linesmen, its excitable commentators and – perhaps most of all – its unpluggable ‘analysts.’
It is hard being a football loather…– Craig Brown
It is hard being a football loather, a football unfan. I sometimes feel as lonely as the sole survivor in the last reel of a Zombie film, as, one by one, old friends reveal themselves, with their glassy stares and outstretched arms, to have succumbed to the lure.