'I'm afraid that I was very, very drunk'. Actually this statement couldn’t be further from the truth.
Christmas 1987 whilst bouncing my 3 year old daughter on my knee it suddenly hit me how much she’d grown. I being young, working and spending most evenings out was missing out on my kids growing up. I decided there and then no more nights out, no more drinking (still on the wagon 20 years on), no more darts and no more snooker or dogs. I was going to watch my kids grow up, be responsible for the first time in my life. I kept to my word but boy I needed a hobby that I could pursue, something to stop me going mad and something that didn’t take me away from the home. Enter pigeon racing. The last couple of years before I left home my father took an interest in racing pigeons, he caught the bug and I thought he mad. I didn’t take a blind bit of notice of em. Further forward 5 years, I became inquisitive, what did he see in this pigeon racing game! I started going round home to watch them race days, went up the club with him to see how he’d done and met a whole bunch of crazy pigeon folk. Here was my answer, I’d get a few pigeons perhaps even try racing a few if I got on with them.
That was 20 years ago sheesh! Doesn’t time fly when your having fun.