I want to apply for a transfer. I’ve written to Daniel Levy to request being put on the transfer market, so I can go and be a fan at another club. I have a lot going for me as a football fan. I’m experienced, I’m loyal (well, til yesterday), I love the game, I’m completely – Read More-
I really love connectivity. I love the way things go round and you end up where they started. Its the seven degrees of Kevin Bacon. Its finding that a guy your friend met is the friend of another guy who was your best mate in 1973. And thus, the tale of Maiwenn. Who? Oh, Maiwenn, – Read More-
I’m lovin’ every minute of Brexit. I feel… free! From Europe. I feel… pleasantly isolated, on my little island with the borders closed FOREVER. I feel… wonderfully liberated from all those stupid, pesky Euro-laws which have made our lives miserable for decades. I feel… wonderful. God bless Boris Johnson and his team, and Nigel Farage – Read More-
I’m conflicted. And it makes me feel… uncomfortable. Conflict does that. You see, the problem is football. Its always football. And at this time of the season, the deals get done, the projects finalised, the outcomes realised. There’s nowhere to hide when you’re heading for relegation and can’t score a goal. Like Leicester last night – Read More-
I am a European. I was a European. Now I’m a narrow-minded, small-worlded, Island-mentality-ed, isolationist INLISHMAN. There was good and bad with Brexit. In fact, there was bad and worse with Brexit. The only good bit was that we could get rid of some of their ridiculous laws which led to a packet of peanuts – Read More-
So whilst you were lazing around, reading the papers, relaxing in front of a hot tv screen, putting the kids through the car-wash, sitting in a beer-garden, strolling round some village or generally being a lazy fucking bastard!!!, some of us were busy. But like, busy. (Note: for the purposes of this message, neither ‘gloating’, – Read More-
Tonight sees the ‘final’ of the Eurovision Song Contest. What anyone older than 7 calls simply ‘The Eurovision Song Contest’. I can never recall semi-finals before. Nor quarter finals or rounds of… about 95 probably. The Contest has now been extended to a week-long extravaganza of screaming, singing really awful songs, better dancing, dressing up – Read More-
Do you remember ‘in the old days’, when a car ‘went wrong’, it was because the top hose had split and you had water all over the driveway. Or your fan-belt broke and you had to wrap your wife’s tights round the engine to get home. But then cars got better. Stronger, less prone to – Read More-
Yesterday’s football matches were just brilliant. For several reasons. 1. None of them involved Spurs. 2. I had no ‘skin in the game’. 3. Spurs weren’t playing. 4. All the teams were doomed anyway. 5. Was interesting on a deeply philosophical and scientific level. 6. Couldn’t have given a toss who won, lost or drew. – Read More-
We live in the leafy suburbs of North-west London. Nothing ever happens here. Its sleepy. Genteel. Peaceful. ‘Excitement’ round our way is when your ‘Ring’ doorbell drops off the WiFi. ‘Living on the edge’ is what we call driving round in a dirty car. And by ‘dirty’, that means either covered in muck, or powered – Read More-