Whenever someone mentions Huddersfield I always fondly remember my Great Uncle Jamal 'Hotlips' Al-Wibblah.
He lived in the Golcar area of the city.
Known as the 'Golcar Choker' he was a celebrated local jazz musician. He cemented his reputation in the seedier of the gay jazz clubs so popular in the city.
He was versatile. He played the sax, the flute, loved tromboning and was an expert on the pink oboe. He reckoned he could blow anything. It made him very popular.
He always used to say that jazz was a lot like backdoor shenanigans, you never understand it until you are older. As a young man I never understood his meaning.
He lived in comfort with his life partner Bill until he succumbed in a freak accident with a didgeridoo.
His life is celebrated annually at the Marsden Jazz Festival. The people adored him even in those less enlightened times.
And for that reason alone I hope Huddersfield Town smash the arses of whoever they happen to be playing this weekend.
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