In the seven years of preparation I have always seen the Olympic Games as an expensive nuisance to the city rather than an honour. Costs went three times over budget and funds allocated to local sports facilities and the arts had been cut to feed the money sucking beast called the Olympic Games. Then someone... Continue Reading →
Ro(a)me Alone; The Grown-Up Is Not Interested
When I read the headline of an article on the remarkable story that an 11-year-old boy managed to board a plane from Manchester airport to Rome without a ticket or boarding pass I couldn't help but chuckle. What a resourceful little human I thought. Not only did this little human called Liam Corcoran travel for... Continue Reading →