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Saffron is the new shirt sponsor for Delapre Dragons

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A junior football team in Northampton is hoping to takeaway more than just three points after bagging a tasty sponsorship deal with an award-winning town centre restaurant.

Delapre Dragons under 13s will be sporting ‘Saffron’ on their shirts for the next two seasons as part of the deal with the Castilian Street curry house.

Manager Steve Going said: “We are thrilled to have the support of Saffron. We are all about giving kids a chance to do something they enjoy and Saffron’s community spirit is legendary so it feels like the perfect match.”

The restaurant, which specialises in traditional Bangladeshi cuisine, celebrated its 20th anniversary this year and is committed to supporting local charities and good causes.

Owner Naz Islam said: “We have been looking to sponsor a team for a while now and when the opportunity to get involved with Delapre Dragons came along we immediately said ‘yes’. They are an excellent club with a real community feel and we look forward to a long and successful partnership.”

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Tough lessons for Saints from dominant Racing

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Saints just weren’t in this one. The opening match of a Heineken Cup campaign, at Franklin’s Gardens under the Friday Night Lights, should have been more of a cauldron but somehow it didn’t turn out that way.

I’m not just talking about the mistakes and fumbles, it was the whole thing including the crowd, as though this bug that is going round had sucked a little bit of belief out of the air.

It was a bit like a visit from the Real Madrid of rugby and Finn Russell was as instinctive and inspired as ever. However when things went right for Saints it was more like an agonising glimpse of what could have been rather than a sense things were turning in our favour.

Skosan, Dingwall and Ludlam have the consolation of standing out on a day when Saints did not do themselves justice.

If Ludlam’s harshly disallowed try had remained and if one or two of Racing’s softer scores had been prevented things could have looked a lot different, but that wasn’t how it happened.

It makes you realise what a valuable asset the Wanderers were – a magic box of future talent readying themselves for call up – and we can only hope that the A-league competition gets restored in the future because the whole club seems to be stronger when it is functioning.

In memory of Mike Ingram: an irreplaceable legend

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Local treasure Morcea Walker, the queen of Northampton’s carnival community, pulled me aside once and revealed conspiratorially to me: “You have one of my former pupils writing for your magazine…”

I spent a few minutes trying to guess who she meant and eventually she put me out of my misery by disclosing that it was Mike Ingram.

“He was a good boy. Very polite. Very keen,” she smiled and remember how bemused I was to think of Mike as a schoolboy in Northampton, a man I regarded as one of its most expert keepers of histories and mysteries.

My first encounters with Mike, to be honest, were a little strained. Twenty years ago, maybe more, I was on the Chronicle & Echo and Mike had written an enormous piece on some aspect of the town’s history that there simply wasn’t enough room to carry without severe editing.

I found myself in the middle of an unhappy negotiation between the staff putting the pages together and Mike, trying to work out what we could cut. I can’t remember the outcome but it wouldn’t surprise me if between us all we decided that no piece was better than a decimated piece.

Mike’s NQ stories

“He’s very good but he writes too bloody much. We always end up not being able to cut it and deciding not to use it,” one of my colleagues explained to me.

I was the kind of irritating newspaperman who wanted to try a different new idea every week and I did mull over the Mike Ingram ‘problem’ – how could we tell those long, complicated, involved stories that just wouldn’t fit into 1000 or 2000 words? It took a couple of decades but eventually I found myself launching NQ, and Mike and I were able to resume our working relationship.

He set about producing a series of blockbuster articles unveiling the epic scale of Northampton’s history that frequently ran to seven or eight pages. Countless people would say to me that Mike’s stories were the ones that made them put the kettle on and find a comfy chair for an hour. I wanted the NQ to be a magazine that was worth keeping around the house to come back to and Mike’s contributions justified that on their own.

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In the early days of the NQ Mike invited me on one of his battlefield tours at Delapre, the site of the second battle of Northampton. He led a party of a dozen or so of us across the terrain, showing us where the King’s redoubt would have been just in front of the abbey and then taking us up the hill to Queen Eleanor’s Cross where the ultimately victorious rebel army had assembled.

When we reached the cross Mike did an amazing thing that made me realise there was more to this man than a nerdish obsession with swordfights and civil wars. He invited us all to join him in a minute’s silence in remembrance of those who fell in the battle hundreds of years before, acknowledging that the remains of many of them are probably still there undiscovered a few inches beneath the feet of picnicers, golfers and dog walkers.

I suddenly saw Mike’s empathy for the historic people he wrote about: their stories were alive in his head and he was uncompromising in his determination to deliver them with every detail he could claw out of the past intact. Like all great Northamptonians he worked with the urgency and conviction of a lifeguard – in this case a rescuer hauling lost souls out of the waters of obscurity, giving them the consolation and dignity of being remembered and understood.

Northamptonshire Battlefields Society

The impact of his passing is clear to see across the social media accounts of so many of Northampton’s institutions and organisations. Mike’s tireless campaigning to preserve and recover his town’s heritage could occasionally make him a thorn in the side for some of them but it is heartening to see how universal the respect for him is. In his way he was only asking for us to be our best selves and for Northampton to be the best it could be and it was not really his fault if we doubted our ability to live up to that.

A lot of people campaigned for the recent restoration work on Queen Eleanor’s Cross but Mike and his colleagues at Northamptonshire Battlefields Society were right at the heart of it. When it was completed I remember Mike feeling a communal sense of achievement that a small piece of Northampton’s history would be ‘handed on’ to the next generation and I was pleased for his victory. Reflecting on it now, it seems more like a victory for the people of Northampton than for Mike because, like all his work, it wasn’t really for him it was for us, when we had time for it.

This piece is a tribute, not an obituary, and I just wanted to add my voice to the chorus of responses to Mike’s passing showing the admiration and respect in which he was held.

I am a little shocked because Mike and I were working on his latest article just a few hours before he died. He contacted me to make a correction. The last communication he had from me was a Thumbs Up on Facebook.

I am selfishly grieving for the enlightening conversations I will no longer be having about which TV dramas are getting it right, or the surprising things buried under Northampton town centre. There were so many stories inside him, it is like a library of rare books has burned down.

My thoughts are with his family who know best what the rest of us are only discovering now: what an irreplaceable legend Mike Ingram has been.

The boy from The Garibaldi

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Have you heard of John Brown? No not the one who lies mouldering in the grave but Northampton’s own John Brown. Considering how he died less than 70 years ago it is surprising how quickly the people have forgotten this important son of Northampton who rose from humble beginnings to not only designing some of the town’s important buildings in the 1930s, but a founder of the British Legion, the Home Guard and the ATS.  

John Brown was born in the Garibaldi public house in Bailiff Street, Northampton on 10 February 1880. He was the elder son of John Brown, a clicker, then a licensed victualler, later becoming mayor and an alderman of Northampton, and his wife, Kate Davis (née Allen). He was first educated at the All-Saints school then the British School that stood on Campbell Square before attending Magdalen College School at Brackley. From 1896-1901 he was articled to Charles Dorman, one of the town’s prominent architects. 

In May 1901, John passed his professional Surveyors’ Institution exams, thereby qualifying for a Associateship of the Surveyors’ Institute. That December he was also awarded a 2nd class builders’ quantities bronze medal and a prize of £3 from the Skinner’s Company. In 1902 he then set up his own practice in partnership with Robert Yates Mayor at 63 Abington Street. Around the same time, he became an associate of the Institute of Sanitary Engineers. Some of his earliest projects as an architect was the widening Church Lane beside Holy Sepulchre Church and alterations to the Moulton District Industrial Society buildings. His first big project was the design of the Abington Park Brewery which was built on the Wellingborough Road between Lutterworth Road and Christchurch Road. in 1903 (now demolished). Other early important buildings designed by Brown include the Wesleyan Chapel at Roade (1907), the W.C. Mann factory at Cogenhoe (1909) and the Neudegg and Son shop at 7 Mercers Row (1909). His most impressive from this period however was the innovative extension of the Crockett and Jones factory on Magee Street, the first in the town to be built with a steel frame.  

On 31 May 1904 Brown married Annie Maria (Nancy), third daughter of Francis Tonsley, confectioner, conservative councillor and alderman, of Northampton; they had two sons. As his father was a conservative and his father-in-law a liberal, Brown often remarked how he could see both sides of the argument. Before her marriage, Annie was a keen violinist, taking part the weekly penny concerts at the Town Hall and touring surrounding villages. Her love of the garden became her main interest. Her exquisite and decorative embroidery and tapestry work is a pastime she kept for the rainy days.

Whilst Brown was still in his teens, war had broken out in South Africa. He joined ‘A’ Company of the 1st Volunteer Battalion, the Northamptonshire Regiment as a private and quickly worked his way up the ranks to become Lieutenant. By 1905 he had been given the command of the machine-gun section and soon after made captain of the whole company. When the Volunteers became the 4th Territorial Battalion, the Northamptonshire Regiment in 1908, Captain Brown’s company was one of the first to sign up. On the declaration of war in 1914, the 4th Battalion was mobilised and within a week had left for Romford where they joined the 54th Division. Brown was made the Adjutant of the whole Battalion, the first Territorial officer to hold such a position in the whole division. 

On 30 July 1915 the Division sailed for the East and on 15 August 1,000 men landed at Sulvia on the Gallipoli peninsula. Two days later they were in the trenches. Casualties and sickness took their toll and by the time they were evacuated in September 1915 there were little more than 300 left. The Division was then sent to Egypt. Brown was promoted to Major and made second in command of the Battalion. In April 1916 they arrived at the Suez Canal however, soon after, the commanding officer was taken ill, and Brown was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel and given overall command.  At the end of the year they crossed the scorching Sinai desert and took up a defensive position on the right flank at Gaza. Their strength at this point was 39 officers and 880 other ranks. On the third day of second battle of Gaza (17-19 April), the Battalion had to cross open country and were, according to one source, almost wiped out with 700 killed and wounded including 22 officers. Lt-Colonel Brown received a slight wound but remained in command and acted as liaison between Army and Navy. The Turks were routed in the third battle of Gaza soon after. The 4th then advanced towards Jaffa. 

John still found time to look after his business back home. His partner Robert Yates Mayor had died at his home at 70 Kingsley Park Terrace in December 1916, and in Aug 1917 due to his continued absence on Active Service he found it necessary to close his office until further notice. Any correspondence was to be sent to another architect, Walter Shaw of 29 Abington Street. 

On 27 November 1917 the remaining 400 men of the 4th were attacked by a whole Turkish division of at least 3,000 men at Wilhelma. A Turkish shell dropped on the Battalion headquarters where the officers were assembled. Lt-Colonel Brown had a lucky escape when the resulting explosion blew him out of a window. The 4th stubbornly held the 2 mile line despite repeated attacks that frequently reached to within yards of the defences. Brown counter-attacked and emulating Hannibal at Cannae sent two platoons to attack each flank, forcing the attackers to withdraw. Jerusalem fell a few days later. Colonel Brown was awarded the Distinguished Service Order (D.S.O.) and twice mentioned in despatches. The weather stopped any further action until the next year and the Northants distinguished themselves again at Kefr Kassin in September. 

In May 1918 Lt-Colonel Brown became severely ill, first with enteric, then double pneumonia and pleurisy and was hospitalised at EI Arish, Alexandria for almost 12 months. Brown wrote home: “Fancy me getting ill that I nearly snuffed but here you have the advantage of a steady youth. It helped to pull through. am getting fine now, and hope soon to be a walking case. They tell me I shall be invalided to England, and that I may leave very shortly, so that I may get the summer at home.” In May 1919 he was discharged from the army as medically unfit.  

He returned to his home at the Grange in Harpole and to his architectural practice, now at 80 Abington Street, and went into partnership with Arthur Edward Henson as well as opening a new office in London. In 1920 he designed the new British United Shoe Machinery Co building on the corner of the Mounts and Earl Street (now the Charles Bradlaugh). The following year he qualified as an associate of the Royal Institute of British Architects (and became a fellow in 1930). 

On the recommendation of Earl Spencer, Brown was made a Deputy Lord Lieutenant in recognition of his military service. In February 1920 Brown re-joined the 4th Battalion who at this point had very few men left. He was given the task of rebuilding the battalion and in just three years brought the strength up to 600 men. Brown promised them no easy time but real training for war and made it interesting and exciting. Many of the officers and NCOs attended as many as thirty weekend trainings a year. In camp, petty restrictions, ‘bull’, and fatigues were cut to a minimum. The men were kept so active during the day and so well entertained in the evenings that few wanted to leave camp. The standard of tactical training was higher than in many regular battalions and some regular officers brought their NCOs to watch. There was a waiting list to join and in Northampton crowds cheered as the local battalion set out for camp. As a result, he was awarded a CBE. Brown made such a mark that in 1924 he was given command of the 162nd (East Midland) infantry brigade, which soon became the best-known territorial formation and distinguished itself in the 1925 army manoeuvres. Brown became the foremost figure and most dynamic leader in the Territorial Army (TA) during years when its strength and efficiency were declining, and he created a local territorial revival. Further honours came in 1926 when he was made a Companion of the Bath. 

Sir John took a keen interest in the welfare of ex-servicemen and was a founder member of the British Legion in 1921. John was proud of his Northampton accent with frequent dropping of aitches. The writer of his obituary in the Times said “He spoke English with the strongest Northamptonshire accent, which surprised the Army Council, but endeared him to the rank and file. There never was a more unorthodox general or a more beloved figure among his men.” He had a way of talking bluntly as plain John Brown and was shrewdly skilled in handling all kinds of men. The following year he was elected President of the British Legion Council of the East Midland Area. Sir John was well loved by all ex-servicemen and whenever he was present at a Legion function, whether national or local, he was usually greeted by delegates with the singing of “John Brown’s Body.” At a meeting of the Legion in 1928 Col Brown stated that “people were not always proud of the efforts of this country during the war. They were sometimes told that they ought to forget the war. It will be a crime and a shame if this country forgets the sacrifice of those men who fought for her.” Something that is as true today as it was almost 100 years ago. From 1930 to 1934 Brown was the chairman of the British Legion, implementing reforms and dealing effectively and tactfully with difficult internal problems. He then became a life member of the Legions National Executive Council. Because of his services to the town and British Legion. In 1934 Brown was made an Honorary Freeman of the Borough. This was at a time when to be made an honorary freeman was exceptionally rare and a huge honour. In fact, ten years later, he was the only one. 

In 1936 the British Legion and relatives of the Borough’s fallen were dissatisfied that town the size of Northampton has no memorial bearing the names of all of its 3,000 sons who paid the supreme sacrifice, whilst almost every other town has honoured its dead in this way. Brown and the local branch of the Royal British Legion launched a campaign for a memorial dedicated to the town and containing a list of names. The garden of remembrance with the names of the fallen designed by Brown was built in Abington Square, the location of the original temporary cenotaph. It was unveiled by Major-General Brown in 1937. The memorial to Edgar Mobbs—a professional rugby player from Northampton who was killed in the First World War was also moved into the garden from its original position on the Market Square. In November 1939 a new War Office welfare scheme for soldiers led by Sir John was launched. Brown said that its aim was that “No soldier should feel that he is forgotten.” Welfare for the soldier included the moral, social, physical, and recreational sides of his life. On behalf of their local communities social welfare officers will act as hosts to the troops within their areas. “They will keep in touch with the colonels, chaplains, and everyone else, and will mix among the officers and men, and see that everything is going along happily and smoothly.”

Despite traveling around Britain, Europe, the US and Canada making speeches and giving talks, on top of his work with the British Legion, Brown continued to make his mark on the town with his buildings. In 1931, he designed the Scout camping ground at Overstone and two years later the impressive the ‘Moderne deco’ Clubhouse at Sywell aerodrome where you can still go to watch aircraft and drink coffee today. In 1935 he designed the four storey Bedford Mansions on the North side of Derngate, with its frontage extending from Spring Gardens in the east to Bedford Place in the west and having a U-shaped ground plan. This is characterised by a streamlined, pared back aesthetic influenced by aerodynamic forms, the suggestion of speed and movement with influences taken from the design of ocean liners and the aircraft of the period. Its curved corners, long horizontal strip windows and geometric detailing of brick elevations create a distinctive appearance which sets it apart from its Georgian neighbours across the street. A flat roof adds further contrast within the predominantly pitched roof streetscape along Derngate.

In 1930 he began his long association with Northampton General Hospital designing a new Ophthalmic Block and the Singlehurst ward both donated by Thomas Singlehurst. This was followed by the doctors’ bedrooms over the then casualty dept and the Deep Therapy Unit in 1934.  He designed the Barratt Maternity Home which opened in 1936 after a donation from benefactor William Barratt and his wife who were unable to have children of their own. William explained they had desired to do something in their lifetime, of a lasting character, for the benefit of the town, and that the Home should be as bright and cheerful as possible for the benefit of the patients and staff alike. At first it provided 34 beds for ante- and post-natal patient, a nursery, and a labour ward. A pair of storks feature on the front.  Midwifery training was divided into two parts in 1938, and establishments were approved to provide training in one or both. Brown’s partner Henson suggested that the hospital should build the long service corridor from the main building to the Barratt. It was off this corridor that Brown designed both the children’s wards and the ENT department in 1938. Other buildings he designed during this period include the rebuilding of Northampton’s Drill Hall (1938) and the cinema at Towcester (1939). A cursory examination of all these buildings, especially those built in the 30s, including Sywell and the Bedford Mansion show similarities in design. 

However, war was looming again and in 1937, Brown, now too old for active command, was made deputy director-general of the TA, the first territorial Major-General and the first with such a high position in the War Office.  It also gave him the opportunity to guide policy on the TA. Although he was never a full member, Brown regularly attended Army Council meetings where he expressed his views. He got on well with the senior regular officers and after the war began, he was promoted to Lieutenant-General and made deputy adjutant-general (TA). In 1940 he became director-general of the TA and inspector-general, welfare and education, in the War Office—dual posts which he held until retirement in 1941. Not only that, but Brown was also instrumental in the founding of the Auxiliary Territorial Service (ATS) in 1938 and who were to have a large training camp on Northampton’s racecourse. He was also responsible for the organisation and administration of the newly formed Home Guard. He was also the Master of the Worshipful Company of Pattenmakers in 1942–4 and 1950–51.

Sir John had moved to the Grange at Ecton in 1939 and with the war over, he returned to architecture, designing a house called Westover on Spinney Hill in 1949 and a new out-patients dept for the hospital in 1950. Another of his team T.E. Fancott designed the nurses home in 1939. His last major project was the restoration of Earls Barton Church, although he found time to design the beloved and much needed bus shelters outside the Worlds End which were built by local residents. 

By 1953 Sir John’s health was failing. Acting on medical advice he retired from taking an active part in his business, although he continued as a consultant. He also moved into a small house behind his own business premises on the Billing Road.

Lt. General Sir John Brown, K.C.B., C.B.E., D.S.O., DLL died at his home, 30A Billing Road, Northampton, on 4 April 1958 aged 78.

He should be remembered as one of Northamptonshire’s greatest sons however, only 63 years later he is all but forgotten. This man of the people did so much for the town and Britain at a very dark time in our history. His buildings are a lasting legacy to him, or they would be if people knew who designed them. At best there should be a statue of him in the town, and at least a blue plaque or two to remind us all of what can be achieved and how great the boy from the Garibaldi pub became. 

Mike Ingram is the author of the award-winning Northampton: 5,000 years of history. His new book Look Up: Northampton’s historic places and spaces will be published early in 2022.

What on earth is going on with Bath?

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As Chris Boyd’s Saints team continues its development quest this encounter probably serves best as a grim warning.

Saints in recent years have been to some dark places in terms of form and while we are not yet in the sunlit uplands we can console ourselves that at least we are not Bath.

They can’t buy a win at the moment and despite a squad full of talent were low on confidence and ideas at Franklin’s Gardens.

Saints can only play the team that turns up – even if Bath were more like the ghosts of their best selves. Despite six brilliant tries from Saints, Bath looked so beaten from the start that for Saints somehow the attention falls more on the 19 points leaked.

Perhaps that was the plan from Bath, to disorientate Saints with so little pushing back that when they did make the effort we weren’t ready.

There is no gloating in this because Saints fans know what it’s like to have all the pieces but no picture. It’s chilling really.

When your place of work is the bottom of the canal

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We are used to seeing the roads getting dug up and repaired and it should come as no surprise that the county’s waterways need the same kind of TLC.

Anglian Waterways has issued a closure notice at Northampton Lock so it can be cleared and cleaned up.

The notice runs from November 22 to December 19 and has seen the area around the lock, under the footbridge that leads to University of Northampton’s Waterside Campus, fenced off and busy with contractors vehicles.

The work is giving passers-by a rare view of the canal bottom while maintenance is carried out.

Teams have cleared debris and rotting foliage away and below a video shows one of the crew at work in the bottom of the lock.

It’s not even real Covid – it’s like a cheap internet pirate copy

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It won’t have escaped your attention that people are coughing a lot more these days and I thought, as a lifelong cougher myself, it wouldn’t hurt to share a few tips for the inexperienced coughers out there or those who are coming back to coughing after a period away.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not making light of coughs. I am heartily sick of the one I have going at the moment. In fact everyone of the six of us currently inhabiting our house is at some stage of illness but everyone has been passing lateral flow and pcr tests so it’s not even Covid. To be honest it’s a little bit like online shopping where there is a famous new product taking the world by storm and we have ended up with some unbranded pirate version that basically does the same thing.

It pains me to see my kids struggling away with their chests rattling like the lottery ball picker and in the midst of all the snotty bleakness I wanted to offer them some kind of positive.

For instance the other day Number One son Jed was getting his breath back after a round of coughs and was taken aback to see my wistful smile.

“Can you feel it?” I said, nodding towards his stomach.

With somewhat understandable impatience he replied: “What?”

“Your abs…”

“What?” he asked again, thinking I had said ‘ass’ (although in my own personal nod to post-Brexit national pride I would only ever say ‘arse’).

“Can’t you feel it working your ABS?”

“Yeeessss I can,” he said, in the same tone I used to use to appreciate things he had drawn when he was five.

But look at it this way. If you have a cough for a week or even a month, double down on those spasming stomach muscles and that is a solid week or month of crunches. That should get you a washboard stomach worthy of the cover of Men’s Health. It doesn’t, but it should. I’m just waiting for someone who is better at it than me to prove my point.

Also, I have noticed young coughers go for it hammer and tongs every single time. When I think about my own coughing, I realise that I have a range of coughs to draw upon and I try not to pour energy into it unless it really feels like some kind of respiratory breakthrough is on the way. A dry tickle rarely gets more effort than whatever stale air happens to be milling about in my withered lungs. 

If I’m in the right state of mindfulness I will turn my focus inward on the tickle and tell myself that I am the captain of my ship and my body does what I tell it to. I visualise the tickle as a tiny opponent in an arena that belongs to me and then I cough anyway because an irritating underdog narrative has emerged. We’re all on a journey and I am not a master of the zen of coughing yet. I do occasionally spend so much time visualising that I forget to cough and I count that as a win on points in the arena of me.

Seriously though, understand that you have the full range of options from clearing your throat to the Heimlich Manoeuvre (basically an assisted mega-cough) when you cough. Some rounds you have to box clever.

The other thing that will surprise you, if you’re not an experienced cougher, is how much pressure piles on when someone asks you if you are ok while you are coughing. Obviously you can’t reply. You’re coughing. This worries them even more. You’ll be fine if you can just focus on that inner tickle but what you end up doing is trying to make hand gestures that show you’re ok while also covering your mouth and trying to execute that one decisive cough to end all coughs. Nobody comes out of it looking or feeling good.

Obviously they want you stop coughing out of concern for your welfare and the traditional offer, particularly in formal situations, is a ‘sip of water’. This, however, has never stopped a real cough and if you’re wise you’ll take this as an excuse to go and find a bathroom. If anyone has a method of quelling a cough instantly that doesn’t involve horse sedatives and a taser please leave it in the comments below.

So what can you do to help someone with a cough? What can any of us do? Get vaccinated and wear a face mask.

Return of the international Saints heralds a successful trip to Bristol Bears

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When this season’s fixtures were announced you wouldn’t have put money on Saints coming away with a result from this.

We haven’t won at Bristol since 2018 and although they haven’t had the strongest start to this campaign you always imagine they are only one twinkly-eyed Pat Lam teamtalk from finding their mojo again.

BT Sport in their wisdom chose not to screen the game (preferring the Bath v Exeter ‘derby’) so we followed the game on Radio Northampton which is probably the best place for commentary even when the game is on telly.

Perhaps I’m just being a grumbly fan but television coverage of Saints does seem to suffer from a domination of punditry by players from the traditional ‘big’ clubs.

The best are probably Ugo Monye and Austin Healey of all people, and I am sure he’s only positive about Saints because he will see it as a good way of winding up his wider Tigers family.

What I heard on the radio which is not reflected in the highlights video from Premiership Rugby was Saints’ scrum dominance.

A win plus scrum dominance would have been even longer odds and the influence of Ludlam and Lawes returning to the pack cannot be ignored.

When Bristol scored first we stayed in touch by kicking penalties instead of kicking for the corner but Furbank, Mitchell and Freeman all combined well to put on the scores that broke Bears hearts.

Northampton’s version of Blue/Orange makes one of the white characters black but is the power game just the same?

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THE issues of class, race and the NHS couldn’t be more relevant to audiences today, tentatively returning to the theatre at the height of a pandemic-heightened mental health crisis.

The original Blue/Orange stage play, by former journalist Joe Penhall, was first performed in 2000, with a white actor playing the egotistical and manipulative consultant Robert, and another white actor as the flaky, junior psychiatrist Bruce, both using the ill-health and loneliness of black patient Christopher as a stick to hit each other with.

Ralph Davis and Michael Balogun

This revised production, re-written by Penhall for the new show’s director, and Royal and Derngate artistic director James Dacre, is still set twenty years ago in an NHS psychiatric unit over a 24hours. The set is as stark as a waiting room with the three actors working in a space lit from the front of stage by a white strip bulb and a clock that appears above the stage, 24 style.

This time the consultant is played by award-winning Hamilton star Giles Terera, whose Robert is still snobbishly privileged but played with a seething undercurrent of resentment of his fellow, presumably white, consultants. He’s determined to make a name for himself by expelling patients to free up beds, while using the case of confused and fizzingly energetic Christopher, played superbly by Michael Balogun, for his own ends.

Michael Balogun and Giles Terera

Balogun makes Christopher the most magnetic presence on stage, a pent-up ball of energy, desperation and despair watching his life bickered over by two men who discuss him as if he were invisible. His frustrations, confusion and eagerness to please; coupled with the fearful excitement of his impending release, create a palpable tension for the audience.

As someone with a relative working at the front line of mental health provision now, I found some of the script just not reflective enough of the circumstances of contemporary care, although the section where Robert muses on the reasons for such a high rate of mental health issues among black people being linked to decades of dismissal, generational trauma and ‘othering,’ was starkly current.

Ralph Davis’s jumpy, and at some points manic psychiatrist, Bruce, is at first apparently concerned for the welfare of his patient Chris, but we quickly question his motives – is he too just wanting to climb further up the greasy pole of the educated classes? Robert’s bullying and manipulation see him slide into the same despair we see in his patient.

While the acting is superb, the audience must bear a lot of tedious repetition, and I was left wondering if this was a deliberate reflection of the interminable processes of the NHS.

It’s a play that intends to show a debate; a hard conversation about how vulnerable people need to be treated as individuals, with specific needs, rather than just given a named condition and some prescriptions to make way for the next case study in a consultant’s thesis.

In a town with one of the largest and oldest mental health facilities in the UK – where the same painful, debilitating, lonely ‘disorders’ are being treated  – the play did feel very Londoncentric (because that’s the setting).

Despite the laudably brilliant casting, was the overarching voice still one of white privilege? Get tickets, and get ready to debate… Blue/Orange runs at Royal and Derngate, Northampton, until December 4. Box office and info on https://www.royalandderngate.co.uk/