Mis-placed loyalty
The All-Party Parliamentary Beer Group held their Labour Conference bash yesterday. There was a free bar, with very nice nibbles and canapes.
The Group’s chair noted that whilst there were issues like ‘Binge drinking an[…]

Why Boxing should be banned
The Manager of Amir Khan gave an interview this morning*; I was unsure whether I’d heard things correctly. Sadly I had.
The main thing is to ‘secure Amir’s financial security’. Maybe they should loo[…]

TV Highlights (sort of) of the Wimbledon vs Liverpool match I mentioned here.[…]

Wrexham? Damn near killed them!
Hot on the heels of Hearts ground woes comes the saga at Wrexham.
The background can be found on the excellent Red Passion site, which covers these revelations from the club chief executive (and former Lincoln City Cha[…]

How not to run a football club
Hearts held an EGM last night to consider a resolution to approve the sale of Tynecastle for housing, and move the club to Murrayfield.
Murrayfield – across the train tracks on the Glasgow-Edinburgh line – […]

Bloody Shirtlifters
Tim Cahill was sent off for Everton on Saturday for receiving a second yellow-card for doing a Ravenelli style celebration. Such rulings make my blood boil; I enjoy seeing players celebrating, forming as it does a rare connection […]

Strangers on a Photo
I was looking at some old holiday photos last night and was struck by the random strangers that end up in family photos. You get chatting to other families, and the young kids play with each other on the beach, and have pictures […]

I saw the ‘rematch’ of the 1988 FA Cup yesterday between veterans from Liverpool and Wimbledon. John Alridge finally scored a penalty against the Dons, though only just. But two things struck me of note.
Firstly, was how much the old play[…]

Step into my office, baby
I was at Darlington’s ground two weeks ago and was struck by the fact that the Chairman’s office is right in reception. In most organisations, the more senior your post, the further you get removed from contact w[…]

Wimbledon Station at 00:09
…the magical time, at a deserted Wimbledon train station, when all the tickets machines have reset themselves in unison, all ready for me to renew my week’s travelcard, instead of having to queue in the mayhem t[…]