Author & plagiarist. All views probably other people's. Dwindling. Retired goalhanger. Preferred Sweep over Sooty. Nostalgist. Change not always for the better.
Saturday, May 7 1983 could have been the bleakest day in the history of Chelsea Football Club. Spandau Ballet were warbling away about buying a ticket to the world. Chelsea were about to be handed a
At around 3.am one morning – around a decade ago – I was laying in bed in a half awake/half dream state with my wife alongside, out for the count. Also, in the room with us was Ann
Here is my latest article for VERBAL. Available here: https://www.john-king-author.co.uk/verbal Dorothy took her father’s hand in hers and stroked it. She thought if he didn’t have that unwieldly breathing tube stuffed
In June 1960, Douglas Baber, 42, was found comatose through drink in the garden of his former home in Woodcote Green, a well-to-do housing estate in leafy Epsom in Surrey. A court appearance followed
Herbie Bennyworth never left the village. And now he never will. Despite being the most charismatic fellow I knew in my whole life, he stayed in Five Meadows all his life, not giving the rest of the
John Sommerfield: May Day (1936) John King Political, experimental, essential – May Day, first published in 1936, is a work of fiction so sharply written its prose still excites, so relevant it
This article by Martin Knight featured as an epilogue in the 2017 paperback edition of Alan Hudson's The Working Man's Ballet published by London Books Ltd. The Working Man’s Ballet’s first
During the 1960s and 1970s Kenny Lynch possessed one of the best-known faces in British light entertainment. It was an easy face to remember because for decades it was just about the only black face
Rural reverend ate by lion Who was the original dirty vicar? Over the years a stream of cases have found their way into the Sunday tabloids detailing the ‘lurid’ activities of country vicars
On the Richter Scale of Rock ‘n’ Roll casualties, Allan Smethurst barely registers. In fact, his name, Allan Smethurst, barely registers at all but as the Singing Postman he found national fame for
To the tune of Noel, Noel The Shed looked up and saw a great star, Scoring goals past Pat Jennings from near and afar, And Chelsea won, as we all knew they would, And the star of that great team was
I don’t know if George Best was the best footballer ever. The world is now more connected than it ever was in George’s pomp, so I don’t even know if he is the most famous footballer ever. But my