Billy Weir

There are a few phrases or sayings that have come to encapsulate a certain state of mind or way of being.

I like James Blunt. There, I’ve said it, think of me what you will, but my mind is made up.

For those of us of a certain vintage (old), a Saturday night wasn’t one worth talking about without a fight.

It was time for a ‘restaurant like no other’ to open its doors again for a new set of diners.

That’s that, then, another four years before we get our fix of skeet shooting, wall climbing and discussing the finer details of the Armenian weightlifter’s technique.

Down the years there have been many couples whose linkage can best be described as being ‘odd’.

There is a quite frankly terrifying fact that keeps popping up on my Facebook at the moment - in six years time the Eighties will have been 50 years ago.

There is a quite frankly terrifying fact that keeps popping up on my Facebook at the moment - in six years time the Eighties will have been 50 years ago.

Sometimes words can be a little confusing and so when a voice I thought I recognised told us ‘it’s from London, it’s Saturday night, it’s ITV and it’s time for…’ I was puzzled.

Things get off to a pleasant start, a cooing dad talking lovingly to the camera about his new-born son. Obviously this being the upper classes and being several decades ago, like a pigeon spotting an oncoming bus, the cooing is done at a safe distance away.