Steve HILL

HILLY’S AWAY DAYS
CHRISTMAS is the curse of the Decemberist’s birthday. With our lord and saviour hogging much of the limelight, those of us who share his birth month tend to get lost in the fog. One big present ok for you? Your special gift wrapped in Christmas paper? A Christmas card with the word Christmas scribbled out in crayon and birthday scrawled in its stead? Thank you so much, that’s really thoughtful.
Having endured this annual aberration for decades, all I want these days is three points for the mighty Chester on or around my birthday, plus mid-range accommodation with...