In 1982 DEAD MEN DON’T WEAR PLAID and the PC ruled!

In this author's humble opinion, the last truly great Brazil team. The flair and sexiness of their play was orgasmic. Their haircuts and facial hair, not so much.
I’ve watched football (soccer) for almost 30 years. My first real exposure to world football was the 1982 World Cup, the one everyone thought Brazil would win, and I watched with the eyes of an awestruck 6-year-old. The beauty and skill on display was magical and I was hooked.

My upcoming novel ‘Dead of July’ talks about the 1982 FIFA World Cup a great deal so when I found this article about the amazing 1982 Brazilian World Cup Squad, I had to share it with you. These boys were a huge part of the atmosphere in 1982. Brazil, Argentina, Italy, France and of course Germany were all strong contenders.

This clip was taken from a blog called ‘The Shin Guardian’ and of course is about football, or soccer as it is known in the US.


Steve Martin kept us all amused in 1982. Some things don't change.













Georgia Armani made a pretty big splash in the fashion world in 1982.

I didn’t have the money for genuine Armani, but did my best to copy the style.


And last, but not least.

Dec. 26, 1982: Time‘s Top Man?

The Personal Computer

Yup, the computer beat a living breathing sad!









Did this bring back memories of the eighties? I hope so! It will help set the stage for my novel ‘Dead of July’ which is currently with my editor, and will be released in Summer. 

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Chicken, Rice & Peas….and of course FOOTBALL!

Curry chicken, rice & peas and football

Looks good doesn’t it. If you want to give it a try, click on the link above and follow the recipe.


Its been a while since I updated you on my antics in Germany, so today the story continues.

My premonitions had given me a break since we moved to Germany. I thought maybe the powers that sent them to me hadn’t been able to cross the English Channel and it had actually been a bit of a relief.  I only got these dreams/visitations/premonitions once or twice a year, but they could be both alarming and exhausting.  I wasn’t in control of how things turned out when they happened and that scared me.  These events had started when I was very young, but they still alarmed me. During the next couple of years, whilst in Germany, it seemed like my premonitions went on ‘overdrive’, but I had only been there a couple of months at this point, and my psychic had been quiet.

The rest of the day was pretty normal! I was really looking forward to getting home and watching the football, Italy v. Brazil.  This would be interesting, Les and Graham would be cheering for Brazil, I was sure of it.  Julie didn’t really care as long as there was wine to be drunk and I would of course, be cheering for Italy, which I always felt was my home team.  I was hoping Les’s mood had improved, I was sure it would, football always made him happy, especially World Cup Football.  I worked in the gift shop for the rest of the afternoon, which was pretty quiet, making the day go slowly.  Eventually four o clock came and I left work, I was expecting to have to take the tram home, but when I walked off camp, Les was there waiting for me.

I got in the car and could tell immediately he was in a better mood. Les was extremely temperamental and it affected his moods and made life difficult for me at times.  I was an open book, never stopped talking, gave information without been asked, exactly the opposite of my quiet husband.  Opposites attract, I know, but sometimes for someone as open as me, it is really hard to keep quiet, which I often had to be. The tires on our little Datsun almost squealed as we pulled away, it was just after four o clock and we had a football match to watch at five fifteen.  It was about a half hours drive home from work, and hopefully we would make it just before the rush hour hit.  Les had told Graham and Julie to come around at around five o clock, just in time to settle down and watch the game.  I was getting excited already.  We hit a little traffic, but not enough to make us late. Our guests had actually pulled up just before us and were getting out of their car bearing gifts of wine and beer.  When we got upstairs, Les took care of making sure everyone had a drink, and I put the oven on.  I had prepared chicken, rice and peas already so, so all I needed to do was put the chicken in the oven to cook, and warm up the rice.  I quickly put a salad together, and set the table, before joining everyone in front of the television. Let the game begin!

Spain beaten by the Switzerland???

England Fan 2010

How can this be? It’s still the first round I suppose, anything can happen.  This is all very timely with my current story based around the 1982 World Cup.  It is helping me re-create the mood. I hope everyone is enjoying the 2010 cup. Remember to take time out and watch it, it only happens once every four years.  Savor the moment. I know I am, in fact, I am savoring it too much, I need to write.  Good night world, tomorrow is another day!

A Walk in the Park

I got such a boost from realizing that people were actually paying money to read ‘Guy at the Bar’, that I jumped back into my 1982 Germany story, which I had not looked at for a week or so. Watch for it! Anyone remember this guy?  Look at that hair style.  This is Paulo Rossi, hero for Italy in the 1982 World Cup.  He plays a part in my story too, well not personally, but he is mentioned.

Dortmund Beer – Good Memories!

Bratwurst and Beer. What could be better?

I have finished the second Chapter of my ‘Walk in the Park’ story, which is set in Dortmund, West Germany in 1982.  In this chapter I was sitting at a small bar drinking German Beer and eating a Bratwurst.  I got totally lost in the moment. It was a good year. A hot summer, Italy won the World Cup! Ahhh! Memories. Oh and of course I got in trouble again……….!