Ed­i­tor’s com­ment

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Week­ends, are great, aren’t they? Two whole days of time to your­self, a chance to have fun with the fam­ily, catch up with friends and get out in the fresh air you’ve been de­nied through­out the work­ing week.

Ex­cept they never work out that way. The sun that had its hat so firmly on from Mon­day to Fri­day opts in­stead for an um­brella and once the shopping and the house­work are done, you re­mem­ber that other job you’ve been mean­ing to get round to for ages.

That was how I found my­self on a wet Sun­day af­ter­noon amid the dust and fluff of the at­tic search­ing for an old photo al­bum (re­mem­ber them?). The rea­son I didn’t find it was two-fold. It was partly be­cause it turned out the al­bum had been shoved in a drawer un­der a bed, and partly be­cause I hap­pened across a par­tic­u­larly dusty box right at the back which I had to bang my head four times on the beams to get to.

It con­tained a pile of old school books from my time at a ju­nior school near Pre­ston. I have no idea now why I ever thought it worth keep­ing most of it – and af­ter a trip to the re­cy­cling cen­tre, there’s now room in the at­tic for that photo al­bum – but one book, and one piece of work in par­tic­u­lar, kept me amused.

We had ev­i­dently been asked to write about the job we dreamed of hav­ing when we grew up and I had some pretty grand plans. Af­ter jug­gling ca­reers as a pro­fes­sional foot­baller and crick­eter, I was go­ing to be­come the first Ashes winner and world foot­baller of the year to go into space. Only when I was back from Mars would I pick up a pen and be­come a best-sell­ing nov­el­ist.

Spoiler alert: it didn’t all work out.

Not that I’m com­plain­ing at all. And any­way, there’s still time. Well, for some of it at least.

In­ex­pli­ca­bly, the plan I hatched as a seven-year-old didn’t in­clude work­ing for Lan­cashire Life and its sis­ter ti­tles. And af­ter more than 14 years here, to be­come the tenth ed­i­tor of Lan­cashire Life is a real hon­our (al­though ob­vi­ously I’ll only be here un­til NASA come call­ing).

I know the mag­a­zine and I know what it means to our loyal and pas­sion­ate read­ers and ad­ver­tis­ers. Over more than 70 years we have es­tab­lished a rep­u­ta­tion for cel­e­brat­ing the finer things in life, cam­paign­ing for the county and cham­pi­oning the peo­ple, in­sti­tu­tions and busi­nesses who all help to make Lan­cashire the won­der­ful place it is.

Of course, the county and the mag­a­zine have changed since our first is­sue in 1947. But al­though we have grown and de­vel­oped al­most be­yond recog­ni­tion since that first is­sue came out, much stays the same.

In his in­tro­duc­tion to that first is­sue, then ed­i­tor Garry

Hogg wrote that the mag­a­zine aimed ‘… to re­veal the county to its na­tives as well as to those less for­tu­nate in their county of ori­gin’.

That is still our in­ten­tion, and our pas­sion for Lan­cashire, our pride in the county and its peo­ple and busi­nesses re­main as strong as ever. What­ever else hap­pens, that won’t be chang­ing. Here’s to the fu­ture.

“Only when I was back from Mars would I pick up a pen and be­come a best-sell­ing nov­el­ist”

He’s not a crick­eter, foot­baller, nov­el­ist or an as­tro­naut. Is there no be­gin­ning to the new ed­i­tor’s tal­ents?

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