Steve Morgan

@stevemorgan68.bsky.social

Freelance journalist, reluctantly freed cat slave. Sport/music obsessive - 30 years-plus hackery, from local papers to FourFourTwo, FA, ECB, LTW, WSC, Manchester United, Wisden, Guardian, Observer. Got a record played on Radio One twice, won an award once.

Another age. Found this postcard from my mate Scott re New Order at The Hacienda, June 1987. I’d say simpler times, but I spent an unforgettable post-chuck-out night wandering Manchester Piccadilly and its environs after a mix-up in a pre-mobile phone era with nowhere to stay. Odd few hours.

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This news item can clearly only be understood in terms of football pitch sizes. It was 140 earlier, it’s up to 200 now. Sweepstake for the next one? Or maybe change the sport? 6,000 badminton courts? 10,000 squash courts?

Screen grab from BBC News suggest that the Suffolk fire grows to size of 200 football pitches

The first game of football I attended - fittingly enough the most-played fixture in the English League. Villa won this 2-0 with goals from Andy Gray and Brian Little. Eight-year-old me on the Holte End was hooked. Wish the game felt this beautiful now.

Team sheet for Aston Villa v Everton, 5.2.77

We see THAT Orwell line about ‘the party’s ‘final command’ so often it almost lacks meaning now, but in his essays there are many no less bone-chilling observations the best part of 86 years later. Here’s a bit from England Your England (1940)

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Found this receipt among my grandad’s war memorabilia, dated 10 June 1945. 174 marks paid for six bottles of Champagne. Bet they tasted grand, with bittersweet notes, as they toasted absent friends.

Receipt for six bottles of Champagne for 174 marks, paid by my grandfather - care of 552 Company RASC, 10 June 1945

Was on a train home last night from visiting my folks. Group of four very happy Scottish people in seats behind discussing the lyrics of Joe Dolce's Shaddap Your Face - or trying to remember them.

Props to the lady at the self-service till in Asda who just belted out an extremely tuneful a cappella version of I’m Leaving On a Jet Plane as she scanned her shopping. Don’t know if or when she’ll be back again. However, small random acts of joy can make a day.