There had been an accident on the M62 somewhere between Saddleworth and Huddersfield. The traffic wasn’t moving, and I had plenty of time to spare, so I thought I’d make a detour along Manchester Road, taking in Marsden, Slaithwaite and its surrounding countryside. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s the late summer of 2007. Rihanna’s at number one with Umbrella while Steve McClaren’s just about muddling through without one. Gordon Brown’s at number 10 and the economy looks unsinkable. Meanwhile, a no-mark journalist on a local evening paper has an idea. Read the rest of this entry »
I’VE never understood why anyone would select ‘It’s complicated’ as their Facebook relationship status. For one thing, it can’t make pleasant reading for the person who thought (or perhaps didn’t think) they were in a relationship with you. For another, if you’re not sure whether you’re in a relationship, then surely you’re not in a relationship. Read the rest of this entry »
THE final league table will tell you that it wasn’t quite the closest title race of all time, but it still won’t have done Manchester City football administration officer Brian Marwood’s blood pressure any good.
Marwood, more than anyone else connected with City, might just have seen yesterday’s extraordinary finish to the Premier League season coming. Read the rest of this entry »
MR S: Hello?
CALLER: Hello, is that the BBC Puns Department?
MR S: Does it sound like the Puns Department to you?
CALLER: Oh, sorry, have I come through to Sarcasm?
MR S: Well done, you.
CALLER: I’m really sorry to have bothered you.
MR S: Oh, it’s fine, honestly. Don’t worry your head about it. Read the rest of this entry »
I’LL tell you a personal story about the FA Cup; but first, here’s a question: When was the last time that the English domestic season concluded with the cup final? Read the rest of this entry »
IF this blog has a theme, I’d say it’s a celebration of the mediocre. Despite being based in Manchester, I’ve written next to nothing on here this season about the battle for the Premier League title between Manchester City and Manchester United.
I have, on the other hand, written reams and reams about Aston Villa, the epitome of Premier League mediocrity this season, purely on the basis that they’ve been last on Match of the Day more often than any other team. Read the rest of this entry »
THERE are many, many candidates for the title of saddest film ever made: Bambi, Watership Down, The Lion King, Leaving Las Vegas, Requiem For A Dream. Well, I’ve got another one to add to the list. It’s shown before every single West Brom home game. And I just can’t get it out of my head.
I’ve no idea if the film has a title, so I’m going to call it: The Birth Of Eternal Disappointment. Read the rest of this entry »
I DON’T know how much time David Cameron spends awake in bed at night worrying about his favourite football team, as I’m not married to him. (We dated briefly, years ago, but I really don’t want to talk about it.) I suspect, though, that he devotes more time to fretting about Abu Qatada than Aston Villa. Read the rest of this entry »
TO paraphrase George Bernard Shaw: History repeats itself, blah blah blah. If you’d timed your TV viewing right this weekend, you could have started and finished your Saturday by watching Terry Connor fight a losing battle against relegation. Read the rest of this entry »