Monthly Archives: October 2017

I’m looking at this dudes face, he’s only about twelve inches away from my face and we are close together. He is uncomfortable because I’m uncomfortable at our proximity to each other and I think he’s trying not to look me in the eye and I’m trying to ease myself into the idea….I’m two hundredContinue reading “Uncomfortably Numb”

Bright Enobakhare erupted into the minds of football fans everywhere the other night against Manchester City. This young lad kicked out the JAMS fully as he trotted onto the pitch and proceeded to confuse and kick up a stink around the 500 Billion pound city defense. Did I laugh? Damn right I did. I laughedContinue reading “All Things Bright And Beautiful”

Manchester City v Wolverhampton Wanderers That came around quick didn’t it? Manchester City. A blast from the past, it reads like a 1970’s teleprinter score on ‘The World of Sport’ with Dickie Davis. We couldn’t get hold of tickets so it’s going to be a case of watching the match through the filters of SocialContinue reading “The Rightful Place”

Preston Are we still shell shocked after the Villa game? Those heady heights of a Derby victory wash through our veins still don’t they? We are still giddy with the whole crazy few hours, the glistening victory only really dulled by the idea of Preston at home. My ride home from the Villa match wasContinue reading “The Crazy Train”

Wolves V Aston Villa 14/10/2017 What the fuck is this? Why have you dragged us to these heady heights Nuno, it’s hard to breathe, it’s beautiful, it’s metaphysical, it’s not football as we know it! It’s not! What the fuck??? I was picking on a few Villa fans on the 559 to Wolvo, they hadContinue reading “Nunoism”

The Derek Parkin Tribute Dinner I don’t get invited to many civilised do’s. Not because I’m a massively dysfunctional bloke (which I am) but people who know me are aware that my normal social circles are full of the highly dysfunctional too, gangsters, hooligans, crackheads and bagheads, etc. But last night I was invited toContinue reading “Ghosts of Molineux”

We used to shiver you know. A few of us (and they know who they are) used to stand on the corner of the street in the Winter actually huddling together for heat. Whitmore Reans. The first day we moved in there was a battle between some Pakistani Clans which boiled over into a twentyContinue reading “The Great Wall Of Molineux”

A Little on the ‘Return Of The Scouse Git’ Am I allowed to talk about Morgan our Former owner and big noise? I am anyway, he keeps popping up in things I’m trying to read on Social Media because he’s graced our City with his ‘presence’ again. Business lunch apparently which I know is standingContinue reading “Rant In M Minor”

Photo: Birmingham at Home original art by me. Watercolour and oils Yes. We have all owned one probably. It’s also had us dragged out of a crowd on more than one occasion and had that Cop following you with his beady eye in the steady moving snake of the away fans going to the game.Continue reading “Lost on Stone Island”

I was standing outside just chilling out smoking, watching the Bats in the street lights. I felt empowered by yesterday. I was twitching a bit and a bit brazen too. Loads of slugs on the garden path. Homeless Snails. It was a bit cold, there was another fucking super storm coming. That means it’s goingContinue reading “Bats in Wolftown”