Hi.

I'm Tony Adams, former England and Arsenal footballer.

I have walked through fire.

Some people thought that my over enthusiastic singing of the National Anthem at England matches was the mark of a man who had a patriotic fervour.

I can only tell you, with shame, that it was the mark of a man who was full of pain.

A pain that was only dulled by consumption of beer.

Those days seem so long ago now.

During that time, my therapist encouraged me to write poetry of a cathartic nature.

It opened up a new avenue of expression for me.

These days my spare time is not spent drinking. Instead, I sculpt, paint, embroider, take black and white photographs, compose classical music and, most of all, I write verse.

Some of that verse will be shared with you in forthcoming posts. I hope you get as much from it as I do.

POSTED BY TONY ADAMS, 28TH JANUARY, 2007, ENGLAND.

THE REAL GLENDA

Hello and welcome.

I am Betty Prentiss, owner of Prentiss Confectioners, Arthur Street, Bath, England. It is one of the oldest confectionary shops in Bath and has a reputation which is unrivalled in the West Country.

I have been given access to this blog thanks to Glenda's soon to be former husband Clive, who has told me who the "real" Glenda is.

I must say, I wasn't surprised.

She is a dishonest, duplicitous person who ran away to America, leaving him in a state of despair. Fortunately, he has found happiness with another employee at the sweet shop, Edith Potter. However, what Glenda did to him is despicable.

I was not surprised at her behaviour. She always struck me as a dishonest and duplicitous person.

In the mid 1980's she took A MONTH off work to follow the pop group Tears For Fear on a tour of ballrooms. Now THAT is what I call irresponsible behaviour.

She also used to steal menthol lozenges from the shop, on a weekly basis, and not pay for them. In all, I may have lost as much as thirty pounds' worth of menthol lozenges.

In this blog, over the coming months, I hope to put you right about the REAL Glenda and tell you about some of her scheming ways.

The world has to be told and I have a duty.

Thank you for listening.

Yours ever,

MRS BETTY PRENTISS