Monthly Archives: April 2011

Sean Scully, Watford and Stoke City

Title for a short story? Possibly not. An odd trio, perhaps, but not in this world: Old Stokie requested a picture of a painting by his favourite artist and as I was image searching for the perfect one I just … Continue reading

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The Magic of the Cup

It brings many old friends out of the closet. Anne-Marie Shardlow (who Old Stokie started flirting with as soon as she turned up on a comment below) is a work colleague from years ago (mid 80s) from when I used … Continue reading

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The pre-match

This possé belong to Old Stokie; imagine being them, having an experience of the world that says: Stoke City get to FA Cup semi finals and marmalise the opposition. Their lives will be so different to ours; their memories will … Continue reading

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Hem hem

Did eet big style; my God, what a day to do the best performance ever. I am emotional.

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Do eet!

Just do eet.

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Swimming

Was the title of the first short story I ever wrote, which was in response to a task called ‘a sense of place’ which was set in my first year at Art School. That story was partly about a Victorian … Continue reading

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Notes on Tony Pulis

I loathed him on sight, I came to loathe him because of his footballing philosophy, I was given cause to loathe him further for his petty politicking with my football club, I was given extra cause to loathe him further … Continue reading

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