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It’s Raining Again

IT’S RAINING AGAIN   In the last few months I’ve had some of the best days of my adult life, I’ve seen the biggest band in the world play their career defining album, I’ve turned Twitter friends into real friends and it turns out they’re some of the funniest smartest kindest people you could ever […]

What’s the difference?

What’s the difference between me and you? About five bank accounts, three ounces and two vehicles……… wait that’s not right, I’ve barely got enough money for one bank account never mind five, I haven’t done drugs in a long time so have no ounces (unless it’s ounces of flour for baking?) and I don’t drive. […]

Tales From Interesting Minds

I’ve written about mental health (my own) for a while now, if I’m honest I have no fucking idea why I started but it makes me feel better so that’s good I suppose. What is much much better than that though is that what I write genuinely seems to help the people that choose to […]

Boys Don’t Talk

In general you shouldn’t assign traits a gender. Even positive stereotypes are dangerous as they merely legitimise the negative ones. Having said that…….. Boys don’t talk to each other, girls do. Also girls smell better (but I’m not sure that’s relevant here). Those of us with a Y chromosome really need to follow the trail […]

Why you’re wrong about suicide.

About a year ago I wrote a piece on depression and how it changed me as a football fan, how my illness had stolen my passion for a game that I was once so passionate about. The response was genuinely touching, people from all walks of life got in contact to empathise and to share […]

Introducing the Fictional Official

This is football This is fiction Or is it? Eh aye it is Probably Welcome to a new year on the blog that defined football writing in 2012 (according to my mum anyway) and to celebrate we’re going to introduce a new character. You’ve already met that foul mouthed wanker ‘the fictional footballer’ well now […]

The Danger of Mob Mentality

Gary Glitter once asked if we wanted to be in his gang, I think we can safely assume that the waiting list for membership of that particular club isn’t exactly overflowing. Child rape aside though, the despicable cunt makes a valid point. As human beings we strive for the acceptance of a gang, for the […]