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?