Monthly Archives: August 2008

GUESTBLOG

My Dad wants me to write on this blog but I have absolutely nothing to say. CLICK HERE or for a better blog HERE Good video:

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Or long jump, maybe

I could go in for that.

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Looking for a Personal Best

‘I can clear that.’ Dylan will be ready for 2012. If I’m entirely honest I rather miss waking up each morning and watching people do ludicrous things. The pile-up during Olympic BMXing was the best thing I’d seen for years … Continue reading

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New York City

Some crib notes for The Catcher in the Rye: Killing time before his date with Sally, Holden decides to walk from Central Park to the Museum of Natural History. Along the way, he remembers in detail his school trips to … Continue reading

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One for her indoors

The incomparable Jeff Stelling* who may well look like he stepped straight off the set of The Great St Trinian’s Train Robbery, but who is in fact is fifty-four (tip: stick around to end of clip). * Three times named … Continue reading

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Hold on

I’m coming

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Stand Down Margaret

One of the things that happens as you walk around your old world, as I do when I revisit Stoke for football matches, is that you bump into the ghosts of yourself, and sometimes you hear songs from then, floating … Continue reading

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Aston Villa

Aston Villa, Home The first game proper back in top flight. Villa had beaten Manchester City 4-2 the week before and came stocked with stars and England players, including Gareth Barry, whose protracted attempts to get away from the club … Continue reading

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Spot painting by Damien Hirst

Hirst uses shock as a formal element; Stoke City did this yesterday, of which more later. Hirst said that he only painted five spot paintings himself (there are about 300) because, ‘I couldn’t be fucking arsed doing it.’ He described … Continue reading

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Detail

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