Monthly Archives: December 2010

Well done Sir

Preston North End have sacked Alex Ferguson’s son, and League of Gentlemen look-a-like, Darren from the position of manager. This has prompted Darren’s dad to immediately recall two loan players. Hold more grudges and be more petty. Could these possibly … Continue reading

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Elasticated waistbands: just say No

I’m long since over my own crisis and have even wrote a book on the theme but seriously, I saw a middle aged man wearing something like these today in a shop, in this weather, in public, with trainers. They … Continue reading

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Newquay 1972

You’d never guess that the kid on the left was the best super lightweight scrapper in any school playground you could care to mention, would you? Mother was feeling much better yesterday.

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The Walking Bibliophiles of Norwich

The street where I used to live was a cul-de-sac. Over there on the westside there was this bearded American who wore shorts and a woolly jumper and had a huge belly and big spectacles who used to spend his … Continue reading

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Boxing Day Men and Fridge, via Motorola

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The Miracle of Christmas

And lo, it came upon them that the beets had gone.

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Whispering for Mother

I don’t have a God, but I like people who do (sometimes). Last week my best friend Ben, a cradle Catholic, organised a 10.00am Mass at the Roman Catholic cathedral to be dedicated to my mother. Intention: Carole Foster is … Continue reading

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