What it really means. HANDS:- We know what you do behind closed doors and it’s a filthy habit. You’ll go blind. FACE:- You really are hideously ugly. A balaclava would be better but we can’t make you wear one of those……………….yet. SPACE:- You’ve terrible body odour and you stink. Have a regular bath or shower…… Continue reading 10/10/20 Redditch United v Biggleswade Town, Southern League Premier Division Central. Well Put Some Cream On It Then.
With the forecast predicting rubbish, I wondered whether weather could be dodged or I would finally have to bite the bullet and get a public Covid taxi in to town. Luckily by the time I’d managed to make myself something like presentable, the rain had abated and I took the chance of walking into town.…… Continue reading 3/10/20 Lye Town v Worcester City, Midland League Premier Division. I Think There’s A Lye In There Somewhere.
No, not the R.E.M. track. ‘Losing my religion’ is an American saying, for those who don’t know, it roughly means being at your wits end. I’m really going to try and leave off with ranting about restrictions. If nothing else, it’s boring me, let alone it’ll probably be boring anyone making the mistake of reading…… Continue reading 26/9/20 Alvechurch v Royston Town, Southern League Premier Division Central. Losing My Religion.
With what appears to be usual now, I walked into town, as I got there, I found myself with ‘Ghost Town’ by the Specials echoing round my near empty head. I hadn’t got my headphones on, it’s just what the Covid Gestapo have created for Brum. The shops are open, but there’s hardly anyone in…… Continue reading 19/9/20 Hednesford Town v Stourbridge, Southern League Premier Central. Gaslighting Is The Pits.
In these days of limited crowds, I’d been over the previous Sunday to secure tickets for this. I don’t trust the postal service round where I live. That’s no disrespect meant towards the postmen I know like Russell, Nick and the mob from down the Blues, but none of them deliver my mail, and I’ve…… Continue reading 12/9/20 Shifnal Town v AFC Bridgnorth, F.A.Cup Preliminary Round, Gauging The Temperature Of A Micro Shropshire Derby.
No, your eyes aren’t deceiving you, that really is last Saturday’s date. I haven’t stopped with dusting off the memories completely, but the government has decreed that fans can now watch Non-League games in the flesh. It’s the seventh level and below, but at least it’s proper football. Not some convoluted effort, with staid commentary…… Continue reading 5/9/20 Highgate United v AFC Wulfrunians, Midlands Premier Division. Highs And Lows.
I ended my last post, mentioning that Gayle would be coming back on the scene. She’d split up with the bloke that wouldn’t work, or more to the point, she’d become so exasperated with him that the love she had had for him had been suffocated and she’d chucked him out. I was still all…… Continue reading 25/11/06 Burnley v Blues, A Switch In Time Saves Mine.
The finances had carried on easing so much that both me and Les had been able to buy season tickets. I was even able to buy John one. As there was still the odd weekend he went to his grandparents, it was an adult one, that way it could get used by someone else. I…… Continue reading 19/2/06 Stoke City v Blues, F.A.Cup 5th Round. Dancing Along Blurred Lines.
First of all, the owners of WordPress who I write this rubbish on, have revamped their site and it now has a new format. I have no idea why as it was perfectly fine as it was. It will mean that I will probably make a right hash of things until I’ve worked something out…… Continue reading 10/10/03 Blues v Them Lot, Time Shifting Forward.
If you’re wondering why there’s such a gap in dates and why a home game with Queens Park Rangers should hold any importance when I tend to write about away trips, it’s simple, lack of money. It’s why the lack of money, that wasn’t so simple. My life hadn’t been so much turned upside down,…… Continue reading 23/12/00 Blues v Queens Park Rangers, Blame It On Genetics.