Monthly Archives: August 2009

Norwich City Council strike again

This new road marking has just come to my attention while walking Lemon round the ever longer block on his road to recovery. It’s on a suburban street some way off the city centre. I can’t see anything other than … Continue reading

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Benim Tanrım!

Tuncay Şanlı is signing for Stoke City!!!! This is officially a very happy day. The Money Shot!

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Norwich City Basket Cases

There’s a part of me that rather wishes I were writing a book on this club. Here is a very brief precis of their past season and a bit: Glenn Roeder gets sacked about last Christmas for poor results – … Continue reading

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Not officially fit yet

though it won’t be so long now; he is improvising by occasionally going for pole after three qualifying laps of kitchen, hall, dining room and front room. Dylan and Lemon, pre-several incidents

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Still blurred

The specs are not back yet. Georges Seurat was perhaps responsible for inventing, and certainly a principal practitioner of, Pointillism – painting using dots of colour. My favourite overheard gallery conversation was between a middle aged waspy American man and … Continue reading

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It’s all a bit of a blur

I’m having the prescription changed in my close-reading specs, they are away at the optician’s overnight, so at the moment thing*s are a bit more fuzzy than is usual in the Foster head cavity. Here, then, is one of Monet’s … Continue reading

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I can’t help but feel that I’m contributing to all this

Intellectually-titled poster Mr Daftburger has alerted me to this article saying how rubbish football is which contains more than a germ of truth in it’s wry note of parody. Still, I wouldn’t want that to put anyone off taking out … Continue reading

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