I’m afraid I don’t have any comical anecdotes about this week’s sporting effort. Sure, I hit myself in the face with the racquet once or twice but a few minor injuries won’t be what I’ll remember of my most recent badminton lesson. The main theme of the hour was regression, as my 12 year-old self finally tracked me down and … Read More

This has been a weekend of firsts for me. Normally, any spare time I can scrounge together is spent reading, writing or figuring out new ways to do household tasks with a cup of tea in hand (window washing is particularly tricky). Not the most active of pursuits then. But somehow that all changed this week and, instead of supping … Read More

Badminton: the first thing I realised on taking to the court for my first lesson was that people actually play this sport. And not just people – some people. Shuttlecocks didn’t roll like tumbleweeds across dust-covered gym halls, the corridors didn’t echo with wails from the tormented ghosts of ruined racquet traders. A bit of an amateur over-dramatisation perhaps, but … Read More