Not black and white
Barry Edge looks back on two defining moments in his life – one during a game of Aussie Rules football.
Barry Edge blog
Barry Edge entertains with his memoirs of days gone by and his reflections on OVF forum incidents.
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…