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 ...
Who Wants to be a Sir?
Is it just me imagining things or is the main criterion to become knighted to be a child molester, a police inspector who oversees the death of 96 people, a banker who brings the country to its knees or a businessman who pays his wife a three billion pounds dividend into an account in Monaco? According to Wikipedia “A knight is a person granted an honorary title of knighthood by a monarch or other political leader for service to the ...
Back From Spain…
We arrived back from Spain late on Sunday night and if I have learnt one thing, it is that my body is no longer built with the physical strength to drink alcohol and eat red meat on three consecutive days, which is perhaps, no bad thing. Fuengirola as a resort is a funny old place really, much of it is an architectural disaster that was constructed in I would guess, the sixties and seventies, to satisfy the demand from northern Europe and in ...
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 ...