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Tony Elsby (Poems of life and love)


Biography of Tony Elsby (Poems of life and love)

Leicester-born Tony Elsby trained as a journalist with the Leicester Mercury and was later sports editor of two Leicestershire weeklies.
He gained a broad spectrum of experience on local, regional and national newspapers including the Peterborough Evening Telegraph, Nuneaton Tribune, Sunday Sport and Birmingham Post & Mail in such roles as reporter, feature writer, investigative and specialist columnist, and sub editor. He recently enjoyed a season as editor of the website, Vitalfootball Leicester City.
A keen sportsman Tony played, managed and coached in part-time professional football, was three times Northamptonshire County Squash Champion and long time county captain, later becoming a successful county, regional and national level coach, concluding with a tour preparing players, teams and coaches in Holland, France, Switzerland and Italy.
He ghost wrote the column of 1975 British Open squash champion Qamar Zaman for Squash Player International magazine and was privileged to play against both Zaman and the legendary Jonah Barrington, six times British Open champion.
Since running his own squash complex at Overstone, Northamptonshire, Tony has been an antiques dealer, auctioneer, and is now an increasingly wincing market trader, whose knees constantly complain about years of playing sport and standing for so long on unforgiving concrete. Ouch!
Married with three grown-up sons, he’s a keen but “sightseeing” golfer, long-suffering Leicester City fan and devotee of a certain Belgian honey beer, two pints of which, he says, have the effect of making lamp-posts look attractive and the wallet look empty! .
Readings, and “An Evening With” sessions undertaken with pleasure
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'Memphis Belle'

How well she "flew" did "Memphis Belle",
Okay, her carriage was shot,
Her ageing back had quite a crack,
That pained her such a lot,
Yet she would wheel out early doors,
Before first light of day,
For daily "flights" to so many friends,
Round home and further way,
And all would know when she arrived,

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