Well there’s a man I know At least I used to weeks a go I didn’t really mind He used to come round all the time….. ….Well, once a month, and usually three or four days before I was paid; ‘round about the time my payslip would appear in my in-tray. His name is Mr
Monthly Archive:: February 2011
A guest blog for the Dear Mr Levy website. A site dedicated to the trials and tribulations (with the occasional happy, positive post) down at Tottenham Hotspur FC Here I am allowed to dream; to slip back in to my childhood and remember a time when Spurs were once a European force. Oh what a
This piece was written as a response to Iain Macitntosh’s article on In Bed With Maradona. It is intended as a counter-argument to the view that football is fun. For it is my genuine belief that football is fun, there are just far too many current examples of football being as far detached from fun
Here is another guest blog, this time for the ever excellent The Culture Vulture Blog. A website dedicated to Culture and the Arts. It is a Leeds based site, with a primary focus on all things Yorkshire, but there is more than a nod to the rest of the North – and even further afield.
So, do you find me a changed man? Did I have an epiphany in the Upper Circle? Am I a convert, or will I continue to struggle blindly over the opera based questions on a University Challenge? The answer to the first three questions is a resounding NO; but… The fact that I have left
The image to the right of these words is of a book. The actual book is not important. The fact that it has a cover is. I don’t know if the book is any good. I can’t tell that simply from looking at the cover. To find out if I like the book I have
A guest post written for In bed with Maradona – an excellent football website. A dilemma of how and if I should introduce Lauren to football. Please read, enjoy and bookmark their site as it really is an excellent resource for football related features and articles.
Once upon a time – at approximately 7.30pm, give or take how long dinner has taken, or if you’ve had a bath. In a castle with three bedrooms and off road parking, a little King is being readied for bed. Part of the little King’s bedtime routine, is for a big King to read them
I’m stood, hugging a bare-chested man. I’ve been in this embrace for the last five minutes. I don’t know his name, or why he is hugging me. All I know is that his shirt is round his waist, I’m covered in his sweat and his mouth is moving but no sound is coming out. He
I’m going through what can only be described as a mid-hair life crisis. Or is that a hair’s midlife crisis? Either way, it’s not a midlife crisis. I’m not fantasising over expensive Italian cars, nor am I considering throwing my lot in with an employee who leans in seductively as we talk about the Petersen