I’m delighted to report that we’ve just done the deal with Short Books for a book following Stoke City in the Premiership next season (the follow up to She Stood There Laughing), as title of this post. Am off to bed in a minute to read a piece in the Guardian that a mate has passed on to me about Stoke-on-Trent having nine BNP councillors, with predictions they might be running the town hall by 2011. I’m tempted to the grey_man here: folk were rough when we were young, but we never used to have all this scum. Somebody must be failing badly at something to open the door to undesirables like these. Mind you, my friend Graham Etherington bravely turned round to two drunken Neanderthals in our crowd at Watford late last season to remonstrate with them about calling players niggers (their black players, not ours). It’s a context, of the sort you could well live without.
Meanwhile, here is a nice compositition of Ollie and Dylan. Ollie is racist against German Shepherds, ever since one bit him on the arse.
Ollie: pretending to have anti-grey_dog tendencies