Daggers

All ticket because City aren’t playing. As if the Baby Squad are coming down to Harbs to fight Kettering Leicester fans? It’s bollocks. Reckon there’ll be a fair few hundred away fans buying in the home ends if you ask me.

Brookside is as belting now as it was in 1982. STV app (it’s free Raj).

A Forest - Always one of my favourite songs - but this version is just the absolute best https://youtu.be/UMv0J56klyU

He came, he saw, he did nothing and left again

Good job we cancelled those cup replays…

Always in the box and yet is nowhere near a cup.

Wearing a Poppies badge on stage to boot

I write so many words during the week it can get a bit dull - I secrete bands, tracks, lyrics within the articles to give myself a bit of light relief and have a chuckle. So far, only one person has spotted what I've been up to over the last 8 years No one even twigged when I wrote a sub-head "Nick me baby, one more crime" in an article peppered with Britney references. It was meant to be very serious!

No I wasn't a TV person, still aren't really.

I'm busy embedding hidden music tracks into an annual 12,500 word end of year news coverage set of articles - purely for my own amusement. This banger is referenced obliquely.

It’s as entertaining as a prolapsed anus.

Grandad owned a chain of toy shops in South Wales; I got the Johnny 7 gun for free one visit. It probably created my lifetime of self-entitlement.

They should arm bears.

Trouble is the door is already swinging wide open for this kind of thing, even down to the little stuff like accepting corporate tickets to matches and gigs. Even if legislation is passed to restrict party donations, they'll just do it via the back door like they did with the Brexit campaign. :/

One Hundred Years of Solitude, the first book I read in Spanish, is on Netflix. No idea what it's like but, as soon as I'm off the meds I got this morning, I'm sitting down with a bottle of wine and devouring the eight episodes.

Finally got my money back off Banbury, so reluctantly I’m taking them off the naughty list. They have been replaced by Harborough Town and Leics Constabulary for making our Boxing Day game all-ticket and limiting us to 400. So the 23rd will see hundreds more cramming into our clubhouse in an effort to secure entry. Just potty. I don’t recall any trouble between Harbs and Kettering - and conflating us with Corby is just plain damn insulting.

Wait, let me go polish up some more thoughts and prayers.

Thought we were going to score with ever first half attack. Thought we were going to concede with every one in the second half. Still, three points closer to promotion.

Xmas shopping seems to be claiming many men from the clubhouse this morning.

Country roads all the way to Latimer Park today, not a single car. That’s my kind of traffic.

As I use the creamy zit splat as lube.

And then you look over at her husband to be. And he’s me. 90yr old, 278lbs, barely sentient me. And I’m holding eye contact with you, dribbling, winking. And you gag. And I laugh. Not a coherent laugh. A stuttering, gargled, pained laugh, causing saliva to seep down my chin and onto my shoes. And we share that gaze. And we both know I won.