Monthly Archives: April 2009

The Magyar-Stoke interface

Since elsewhere – you and whose army? – George is showing such appetite for the battle, I am thinking of inviting him to become the inaugural ‘Honourary Classless Stokie,’ & am running this past us all from the work-in-progress, just … Continue reading

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Working Class Heroes (slight return)

My friend (so far) and writing mentor George Szirtes is looking for more explication from me on the comments, and elsewhere round his site, here. I don’t like to feel I have failed in the original book, but he is … Continue reading

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The ice bath and the baptism of fire

Graham took over at the wheel yesterday leaving me free to read the sports pages of the Guardian. Here, my sense of who Theo Walcott might be was enhanced somewhat as, in the photograph accompanying the player’s baptism of fire … Continue reading

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Looney Toons

One for sorrow! How many Messiahs can one club have? Will he ride into the Brit on a Donkey? Just warming up my tabloideese for laters. (I don’t think I’ve quite got the hang of it.) Match report to follow … Continue reading

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The Eastern Daily Press

Our local paper has a features supplement in the middle: EDP2. If you stand about in Norwich for long enough, you will become a feature, and indeed, I have been a feature myself. Today’s feature was called ‘What Freemasons are … Continue reading

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Sketching

I received an email from a regular blog visitor saying, amongst other things, that she sometimes sketches and draws pictures of Ollie & Dylan of a night time. It made me think of the last time I sketched. It was … Continue reading

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Cutting our cloth

Demonstrating a much observed facet of Englishness, Stoke City are suddenly every pundit’s favourite: the underdog. Wherever you look you can’t turn for the Potters ‘doing brilliantly within their resources,’ or ‘making the most of what they’ve got.’ Or, most … Continue reading

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