Tony Drury
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Aged 77, Tony is a follower of the wisdom of Albert Einstein: “When a man stops learning, he starts dying.” He lives in Bedford with his wife Judy. They value every trip down the M1 to Watford to be with Grandson Henry.

Keeping In Shape – The Monday Moan

She peered into my eyes and sighed: her scent was fragrant. She told me to look at her left ear. Her name was Hermione.  That’s what is said on her employer’s name tag. She asked me not to move. As…

A 70th Birthday With Feet Eating Fish!

What did I buy my wife for her 70th birthday? You’ve guessed. A visit to a Spa. Generous to a fault. We’ve been in Cala Bona, in Majorca (Tui Travel: Hotel Alicia: highly recommended). I was strolling along the front…

The Blame Culture – Tony’s Monday Moan

The recent tragic case of toddler Alfie Evans, and the attempts of his parents Kate James and Thomas Evans to defy medical opinion, follows on the similar heart wrenching death of Charlie Gard. His parents, Connie Yates and Chris Gard…

Speeding – The Monday Moan

Guilty as charged! I was doing 34mph in a 30mph restricted area through a Bedfordshire village (population 34) in a queue of cars. I was late for my lunch and I was hungry.  Judging by the look of joy on…

Humour in Sport – The Monday Moan

The death of Keith Murdock (74) will only mean something to sports fanatics. The humour in sport might register more to you.  So, this week, it’s perhaps a groan rather than a moan. Murdock, a New Zealander, is considered by…

Australian Cricketers – The Monday Moan

I get it. You want to understand why Australian cricketers keep crying. My editor, the lovely Kathryn, lives in fear of being convicted of ‘The Monday Moan’ libel. Well she might because I will be writing about Jeremy Corbyn. However,…

Don’t Read This If You Are A Cyclist.

The Monday Moan I blame Boris Johnson and his London based eighteen mile east-west  superhighway for cyclists.  All well and good when you go everywhere by limousine. Cyclists are human exocets. They ride on pavements without a care. Some think…

Damn it – I’m ageing
I’m bloody ageing and I hate it. A schoolgirl offered me her seat on the tube train the other day. I accepted it because I was feeling rather tired. Everybody stared at me. Turning seventy was humiliating. The DVLA wrote…