FORTY-SIX games. Thousands of pounds. Hundreds of pints. Dozens of hangovers. About 15 parking tickets and two speeding ones. And, so far, 73 points. Will it be worth it? It all felt like it rested on Sunday, if I’m honest. Which is daft really considering all...
FRIDAY night I drove to Nottingham with The Shipbuilders. It was fun but I couldn’t drink and it was a late one because Nottingham is always slightly further than you think. I also woke up on Saturday earlier than I wanted to and couldn’t get back to sleep...
SATURDAY I was playing cornet with the brass band at a steam train festival before heading up to the disco festival. That is a funny sentence, isn’t it? I sometimes think my life is wandering from one unusual thing to another. Slightly late. They were both fun,...
I HAVE no idea where to start with this, to be honest. I often start the night before, but as the night before Watford started about Wednesday I’m not sure either of us want to relive all that. You out of boredom, me out of self-loathing. Let’s start on...
I WENT to two football games this weekend so I’m going to talk about both of them. Mainly because the Sunday one was absolutely rubbish and I’m still fuming. Saturday I went to Marine FC. Lots of us involved in TAW try and get to non-league games when we...
I’M to bed early on Saturday because I want to be fully fit for Sunday. It is absolutely nothing to do with the fact I got absolutely ruined at a wedding on Friday and can’t wait to get to bed. It’s all for The Reds. They need me. My alarm is set for...
SATURDAY is a fresh start after an early night Friday night after the races on Thursday, which made Friday a day very much one to just get through. But an early night rewarded me with a clear head and glorious sunshine. Go ‘ed, the world. It was a small mob...
BY Wednesday I am more or less over the derby hangover and looking forward to a day at the races on Thursday. All I need is a nice win for the Reds to set me up for a great day of taking money off the bookies. Neither of these things happen. We’re all in work...
A FEW years ago I got married. Our reception was in The Florrie in Liverpool 8. It’s a wonderful old building that was reasonably recently restored to it’s rightful glory. It holds a special place in my heart not just for the memories I have there but also...
HEAVY weekend, mates. It was my birthday, in my defence. Saturday was the madness of Bongo’s Bingo and Kevin Walsh buying so many Jagerbombs my wife spent all of Sunday having heart palpitations. I wasn’t in a particularly great way on Sunday either, to be...
