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Will The Real Michael Macnamara Stand Up?

August 3, 2013 12 comments

I have occasionally wondered what happened to young Michael of 1958-60 vintage. He lived about two or three doors up from the house opposite 31 Whitehouse Court. He was a very studious lad but also loved sport, in particular Newcastle United.  I know that in about 1963 he won the Ushaw Moor cricket club second team best  fielding award. Then the trail went cold for many years but I may have located him. 

If I have got it right he won a National Coal Board scholarship to read politics at Nottingham university and spent twenty five years in the UK coal mining industry. Eventually he led a management consultancy company in Nottingham. He had a high powered career and not that long ago received an honorary degree from Nottingham university.


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Ice Bears Indicate That It’s Time To Put The Bat On E-Bay

August 3, 2013 Leave a comment

There are inevitably incidents in life that presage a change of tack and one of them happened to me a few weeks ago: I fell asleep before finishing my story book reading session with one year old grand-daughter Isla. I am told that she then looked at me in astonishment. The following day I was invited to play a couple of games for a West Sussex cricket club called Hurstpierpoint; sadly I reckoned that if I could no longer keep awake – once I had established that the ice bear could indeed help the little boy to skate – I could no longer walk out, with any conviction at all, to face what might have been fizzy pace bowlers. Old age smack in the eyes and far removed from the young boy in Ushaw Moor.

The young boy in Ushaw Moor would no doubt have wandered down to the cricket club with a view to starting off in the second team during bank holidays, when some players were in Redcar or Blackpool. But it never worked out, despite members of my family’s long history of playing, captaining and administrating the club.   All because we moved to Workington when I was fifteen. I missed out on playing with the Ferguson brothers, and who knows, Norman might not have been the only player pushing seventy and helping out the young ones.


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