Monthly Archives: November 2010

Nothing You Can Do, Duck

Posted on November 30, 2010 by Stephen Foster

Back in March of this year my Mum had to go into hospital. This was down in Spain where she stays for the winter on a campsite with John, her partner of twelve years or so, in their motor home. … Continue reading →

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The nest of tables

Posted on November 29, 2010 by Stephen Foster

I wonder if any furniture specialists out there can explain the purpose of these items, most particularly what it is that you do what the smallest one; if they were mine I’m thinking maybe stand it on the biggest one … Continue reading →

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The Highlights

Posted on November 28, 2010 by Stephen Foster

There was a goal explosion in the Premier League yesterday, so Match of the Day led with the all the games with the highest scorelines, starting with Manchester United 7-1 Blackburn, a match that was wholly uncompetitive and totally over … Continue reading →

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I Never Leave Dylan Tied up Outside a Shop

Posted on November 26, 2010 by Stephen Foster

For more or less all the same reasons I would never leave my child tied up outside a shop with the additional reason that he is a loony and there would be zero percent chance of him being there when … Continue reading →

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Hang the DJ

Posted on November 25, 2010 by Stephen Foster

Tonight, pop pickers, I’ll be standing in for Ian Johnson on ‘Ian and Rosie at Home’ on Future FM, a Norwich community radio station. I don’t know what Ian’s doing but he can’t be there. The usual format of the … Continue reading →

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Rafa’s tic

Posted on November 25, 2010 by Stephen Foster

I’m still spending my evenings watching tennis from the O2. I was thinking last night what a miracle it is that girls scream and hold signs up saying ‘Marry Me’ to a man who pulls his knickers out of an … Continue reading →

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Pognophobia

Posted on November 24, 2010 by Stephen Foster

My home page is set to BBC Sport. This morning the main picture box has images of cricketers preparing for the Ashes, one of whom is Kevin Pietersen. Pietersen has a moustache. At the weekend I noticed that Jon Walters, … Continue reading →

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Andy Roddick

Posted on November 23, 2010 by Stephen Foster

While was watching the Tennis World Series Finals from the O2 last night I was reminded that this player is the single tennis pro since JP McEnroe to say anything that was either a) remotely amusing or b) demonstrated any … Continue reading →

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The Beautiful Games of an Ordinary Genius

Posted on November 22, 2010 by Stephen Foster

Nice review of a most promising sounding sports title by Carlo Ancelotti here. …The book is full of self-effacing humour too. When Chelsea win their first trophy in the first game of his first season as manager, the Community Shield, … Continue reading →

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White on White

Posted on November 21, 2010 by Stephen Foster

I went looking for an image of this painting and found it on the front page of a google image search from off of this very blog. What can it mean?

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