Cockermouth

It might be a week off, but you can never really escape.
Spent the train journey north exchanging text messages with a number of folk regarding Villa's week in Marbella (the club's media twosome of Jack Woodward and Paul Bomber Brown have flown out- that means they will be playing golf all week) and Luke Moore's possible move to the Albion from Villa on loan.
Martin O'Neill had given an indication to me last Tuesday that there might be something in the offing on that front.
I think it would be great for both player and the Baggies- but what would I know?
My brother can remember our first couple of pints and I can remember the last.
The area in between is grey and hazy.
Cockermouth is home. Perched on the edge of the Lakes, its pubs are many and varied.
I do remember texting Albion super-fan Adrian Chiles. Wish I hadn't.
Said something along the lines of: "You and (Frank) Skinner should received knight hoods"- a little over the top but his book is excellent. Can't put it down at home. And there is a character in it, Nathan, whose exploits in real-life replicate a seventies sex comedy.
Meanwhile, Albion's performance at Barnsley was so bad that my father and younger brother are still not on proper speaking terms.