Déjà vu?
Barry believes in Déjà vu and here’s a Port Vale related story involving that very phenomenon.
Category: Barry Edge blog
Barry Edge entertains with his memoirs of days gone by and his reflections on OVF forum incidents.
That’s our ship, it’s leaving without us
It’s Wednesday 6th April, 1960 and Barry is sightseeing in Colombo, Ceylon now Sri Lanka.
The Bookkeeper
Barry Edge recalls another memorable experience in the mid-1980s as his memoirs continue.
Canine cuisine
It’s another of Barry Edge’s entertaining memoirs and this time he recalls a memorable trip to Kalumburu, Western Australia.
Not black and white
Barry Edge looks back on two defining moments in his life – one during a game of Aussie Rules football.
G’Roast
Barry’s back with a tale about a most unusual lunch back in 1962…
He was not just another Jones
In this latest anecdote from Barry there’s a lot of Jones involved and some Welsh telepathy to boot…
Nocturnal Runners
Barry Edge’s latest memoir tells of two nocturnal runners – one chasing the other.
My sister was fit to be tied
Barry Edge’s memoir concerns a very angry sibling, a glass floor and a trip to Blackpool.
And don’t you point that gun at me!
Another anecdote from Barry Edge this one concerning a bizarre incident en route to a holiday…
Bliddy hot…
Barry Edge has another Mount Magnet anecdote – this one concerns tucker…
Barry, I’m thirsty….
A world away from football but a subject that will touch all our hearts – Barry’s tale about family, stress and remembrance has a gloriously happy ending…
Silverdale Drift
Barry Edge recalls a memorable camping trip from his youth.
A brief encounter
In another of his memoirs, Barry recalls an unusual experience in the desert… Barry Edge writes… A Brief Encounter Those who know me will be aware that I love the Australian desert country. I can remember exactly the where and when my conversion took place. It was early morning Friday 15th April 1960 when waking […]
Away days…
Here’s Barry Edge with his memories of his solitary trip on the road with his beloved Port Vale FC.
My Quest
Barry Edge’s latest memoir concerns another tale about his sister.
He’s in the garage asleep in the car
Another memorable memoir from Barry Edge.
My first car – a Triumph Mayflower
In this message to the OVF editor, Barry Edge recalls the purchase of his first secondhand car…
A member for a shilling
Barry Edge’s memoir reflects on the sad fact that the club’s history has always been about scraping around for economic survival…
Unbecoming to behave like silly sods
In this memoir, Barry Edge recalls journeys to Vale Park to watch his beloved Port Vale play.
Churnet Valley, May 1945
Barry Edge provides another of his memoirs – this time dating from the eve of the German surrender in World War Two…
Poem: some things never change…
One lifelong Vale fan’s dedication to the club inspires Barry’s latest poem…
Poem: What the hell is going on?
Barry taps into the excitement that is mounting as Neil Aspin revives Vale’s fortunes – heck, even Geosname is getting the buzz…
A poem in memory of Johnny Aitch
Barry Edge has composed this verse in memory of forum legend Johnny Aitch who sadly passed away earlier this month.
When once I was a postman
Barry is back with another tale from his days as a postman. This one involving a flying dog…
Say it with roses…
Barry’s tale of late night treats has a twist in the tale as this latest memoir reveals…
A campside police raid
In another humorous memoir, Barry recalls a memorable camping trip in the 1960’s.
Now and then – a brief memoir by Barry Edge
In this article, Barry Edge takes a walk in Perth which brings back memories…
It’s time to stand and fight…
Here’s another poem from Barry Edge inspired by a forum posting from Vale fan in Alsager.
Dear James (aka REP)…
Barry Edge has returned from his festive sabbatical and has a message for a fellow OVF regular.
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