DON’T PANIC. I’m thinking the big friendly letters on the front of ‘The Book’ in Hitch-Hiker’s Guide To The Galaxy (the radio version not the bloody awful film) as opposed to Corporal Jones’ catchphrase in Dad’s Army....
CAN I start with an aside? Is it actually even possible to start with an aside? Surely it simply becomes preamble? Whichever. This: in the comments after Neil’s review of the Burnley game (can we pretend that was the last one we played please? Just accept that...
I MENTIONED in conversation on Monday night that the irony of all this boundless positivity that I post here is that I am — and everybody that actually knows me will happily attest to this fact — a thoroughly miserable get. A Leonard Cohen and Joy Division...
DID you get it? Yes. You’re right. In the weekend that 50 Shades of Cack is released, I’ve decided to go back to the golden age of porn for my title. Great Google opportunity there. All about increasing the page count, guys. The O then. The O’s....
I CAN’T do anything. There are things that I could be doing, should be doing. I’m a writer; I should be writing. There are actors who will want words putting into their mouths at some point and this novel resolutely refuses to finish itself. It’s...
IDENTITY. Brendan’s word. The team’s getting its identity back. I’ve said this before; I have blue family. Wife and son both season ticket holders on the other side of the park. I know there’s plenty of us in similar situations: I like to feel...
I’M getting bored of the recriminations. It’s easy to talk about whose fault this season is. It’s easy to talk about fixing it with knee-jerk sackings and ‘I never thought he was any good anyway’ tirades. Easy to point out the positions...
IF you’ll allow me something of an indulgence, I’d like to talk to you about what’s really important. I didn’t go to the Chelsea game. I haven’t seen the game, neither live nor on Match of the Day. I haven’t seen the goals, I...
I wasn’t going to write this straight after the match. For many reasons, I wasn’t going to write this. I wasn’t going to write this. I was going to wait until morning. Wait until I’d calmed down a bit. I certainly wasn’t going to write it...
LOOK, we should probably just view this as another version of mental and embrace it accordingly. We wanted the madness, we wanted the chaos, we possibly could have been a little more specific on exactly what it was we were expecting. We wanted all that glory from the...
