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Newcastle Man Didn’t Eat Pies!
Police are investigating an allegation made by a Newcastle United supporter that a Liverpool fan has made racist remarks against him, claiming that he was a fat bastard who had eaten all the pies from the Anfield refreshment bar. Bare chested, unemployed social inadequate, Geordie Burgerbar, 28 (stone) claims that Liverpool fan, Mickey Mouser, sang the chant whilst pointing at his stomach and making exaggerated circular movements with both ...
The Joy of Supporting Reading FC
Every football fan will tell when their team loses a two goal lead that it is typical of them or that their team always has to do it the hard way or that their fans are more passionate or fickle than others. The truth is, we are all the same breed and we all carry the same passion towards our teams and the ups, downs and dramas that seem attached to our own clubs and no one else’s. Ask a Man City fan the feeling of joy after finally ...
Off to Spain…If Only Briefly!
Right, before I get wave after wave of my adoring blog fans (particularly my Dad) pointing it out, I know this blog is going to be littered with missing words, spoiling misteaks and bad grandma because I am in a hurry, having just packed my bag and found my passport for my brief sortie down to the Costa Del Sol with old and dear friends Paul Baverstock and Pete Holcroft. The decision was made on the this trip back on about pint number five ...
Let’s Discuss Jimmy Saville & Co
One of the advantages of being the youngest of five children is that I assumed from an early age Jimmy Saville was a pervert. Because of the power and influence my elder Brothers had over me, I had no desire whatsoever to spend an afternoon meeting the England football team whilst a BBC producer fixed it for Jim to put his hands down my 1970's nylon Y Fronts. My brother's, Bruce and Graham, like all elder brothers, could be right bastards ...
Cat Death and Foresight Failure
Well, just a day after turning over a new chapter in my life where I operate with foresight rather than hindsight, I have failed once again. In a bit of a dash to get the boys to their respective schools and colleges on Thursday morning I threw on a creased shirt a pair of grubby old bottoms and Harry's plimsolls that look good on a fourteen year old but quite frankly, fucking ridiculous on a bald bloke one month shy of his 45th Birthday. I ...