Origami Around
oozey mess
titsay
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
JBB: An Artblog!
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Discoholic 🪩
No title available
pixel skylines
tannertan36
Monterey Bay Aquarium
styofa doing anything
No title available
Kaledo Art
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
shark vs the universe
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
RMH
No title available
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
seen from Singapore
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Italy
seen from Morocco
seen from Netherlands
seen from Côte d’Ivoire
seen from United States
seen from South Africa
seen from TĂĽrkiye
seen from TĂĽrkiye
seen from South Korea
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@tenderlyfamousfox
Trevor Hitchen Wigan Athletic Player Manager 1957-58
Trevor Hitchen joined Wigan Athletic in 1957 as a player but in September that year he found himself unexpectedly promoted to Player-Manager after Sam Barkas vacated the managerial seat. Wigan had finished in 10th spot in 1956-57  finishing 20pts behind Champions Prescot Cables but Trevor galvanised the side and Wigan improved to end up in 4th position in the 57-58 season 10pts behind Champions…
View On WordPress
Recalling Signs along the Way
Recalling Signs along the Way
Recalling Signs along the Way A couple of weeks ago I met up with a Wigan Athletic fan that has a treasure trove of stories concerning our club, not all of them printable! His name is Brian Meadows and quite a lot of fans will already know him but for those who don’t you will have seen his handiwork around town and beyond because Brian is a sign writer and artist of some repute. Here is Brian’s…
View On WordPress
Derek Temple
(Wigan against Great Harwood. left to right, Bryan Douglas, Ronnie Clayton, Gordon Milne and Derek Temple. Four ex England_ Internationals) The Derek Temple Interview Picture the scene, it’s a couple of minutes before 10am on a Sunday morning and you’re about to phone one of your heroes to do an interview. Would you be a little nervous? I was though I don’t know why, after all I’d already…
View On WordPress
The Jigsaw Man
The Jigsaw Man. Graham Oates the final piece in the 1970/71 Wigan Athletic team
The Jigsaw Man It’s no secret that my favourite Wigan Athletic team of all time is the one that was crowned champions in 1970/71. One of the final pieces of the jigsaw in that incredible season was the signing of Graham Oates. He slotted into that inside/outside right position so quickly it was like he’d always been there. I managed to catch up with Graham recently and here’s what he had to say…
View On WordPress
Young Hearts Run Free
Young Hearts Run Free
Young Hearts Run Free Back in the mid 1970’s one of my favourite nights out was Sunday in the Stork pub up in Marsh Green. Could have been an intimidating place to an outsider and I was from Worsley Hall but all my mates lived in Marsh Green and I knew most of the clientele. The crowd was probably split 50/50 between young men and young girls so romance and lust was always in the air. Sunday…
View On WordPress
Catch us if you can and the Coracle man
Catch us if you can and the Coracle man
Catch us if you can and the Coracle man Fred Davies with his Coracle I’m not sure if it was Goal magazine or the Football League Review that first alerted me to Fred Davies the Coracle man at Shrewsbury Town but his story fascinated me. For a small fee he would row his coracle, a small boat very much like the wicker basket your Gran took shopping, down the river Severn every time a football got…
View On WordPress
For Auld Lang Syne, poseurs, praters and the pouring rain...
For Auld Lang Syne, poseurs, praters and the pouring rain…
For Auld Lang Syne, poseurs, praters and the pouring rain Tiffany’s was heaving with people on the biggest night of the year, New Years Eve 1978. We dressed to the nines for this one event, peacocks preening in the mirrored columns that ran around the garish mock Greek architecture. The competition for girls was fierce and sometimes heated as fights broke out sporadically before being quickly…
View On WordPress
The Last Straw
The 1978/79 season was the first Wigan Athletic season in the Football League and understandably it took us a little while to adapt to professional football but once we did we became a force to be reckoned with. Then came a cold snap that had the club clicking its heels on the side lines and left the club without a home game for over a month. Approaching the 3rd of February 1979 Wigan took…
View On WordPress
Flower
A very short story for Remembrance Day about a little girl. Lest we forget
Rebecca looks at the yellow daffodils bobbing about in the gentle breeze with the wonderment and curiosity that only a six year old child possesses. As the full heads bump and bend against each other Rebecca imagines them chatting and passing gossip in whispering words caught by the wind. “What are they saying Mama?” Rebecca’s mother looks down at her. “Who?” “The pretty flowers Mama. Look…
View On WordPress
Shredded Wheat and Marine Boy
Shredded Wheat and Marine Boy
Shredded Wheat and Marine Boy Not one person I know ever dared dream that 1977/78 would be the last season Wigan Athletic would spend in non league football. At this time I was 23 years old and living in a council house a goal kick away from our current stadium. Seven of us lived in that 3 bedroom house on Montrose Avenue, Mam and Dad, me, 3 of my sisters and my niece. Luckily my other sister…
View On WordPress
Summerland
Summerland The Manx Maid bobbed up and down like a small man trying to get served at a busy bar. I’ve never liked the sea or indeed any stretch of water that I can’t stand up in, but in the summer of 1976 I boarded the stumpy looking craft and sailed to the Isle of Man. It was my first ever holiday with my mates and we couldn’t have picked a better summer to go away. It turned out to be the…
View On WordPress
When the Argonauts came to Wigan
When the Argonauts came to Wigan
When the Argonauts came to Wigan We queued up over the iron bridge that crossed over the railway lines below us, steam trains all billowing clouds of white and grey, huffed and puffed their way to northern cites and beyond and we disappeared for a moment in that pungent mist. I was 9 years old the same age as my best friend Tony, for some reason still unclear to this day, I had my five year old…
View On WordPress
My Top Ten Summer Songs (because of the memories they evoke)
My Top Ten Summer Songs (because of the memories they evoke)
My Top Ten Summer Songs in chronological order SUMMER HOLIDAY: CLIFF RICHARD 1963 Okay stop laughing and listen. This came out as a single in 1963, I was 9yrs old at the time and the film Summer Holiday was brilliant, well to a 9yr old anyway. Hey who doesn’t want to go swanning round Europe living on a bus? WATERLOO SUNSET: THE KINKS 1967 Ah now you’re thinking “Hey this kid knows his…
View On WordPress
Amongst my Souvenirs
Amongst my Souvenirs I’ve no idea how many football programmes I have piled up in what was a former airing cupboard that housed a massive boiler one time, but they run into the thousands. Before they found a permanent home in that airing cupboard they resided in the loft. As the pile of programmes grew bigger my wife said “They’ll end up coming through the ceiling one day” Rubbish I thought…
View On WordPress
22 Lorne Street
22 Lorne Street In the twisted spire shadow of St Catherine’s church a 13yr old boy stepped though the ordinary door of a terraced house in Wigan and set out for work. Theodore Major wanted to be an artist like his heroes Michelangelo, Van Gogh, Rembrandt and William Blake but he was a lad from an industrial town in the north of England. Being an artist didn’t put bread on the table. The smoky…
View On WordPress
Looking for James Dean in Chorley
Looking for James Dean in Chorley. A small tribute to James who died at the weekend
Looking for James Dean in Chorley For reasons that I might disclose in a future article I’ve been out of the “loop” for a while now. Hopefully things are on the mend and part of that process is getting back into the aforementioned “loop” To that end my oldest acquaintance Mr Tony Lowe asked me did I fancy a trip to Chorley FC whilst the latics were in Bournemouth. I readily agreed to join him on…
View On WordPress
Football Specials
This is the age of the Train! Indeed, the “age of the train” was an unfortunate advertising campaign for British Rail in the late seventies/early eighties suggesting that this mode of transport was the best way to travel across the country. For most people the slogan often brought to mind the question “What is the age of this train?” as it wheezily rattled it’s way to the next station. It did…
View On WordPress