Time flies, doesn’t it? Today is the once-a-year AFCW equivalent of Remembrance Sunday. You know exactly where you were a decade ago today, when the cataclysmic news came in. And my own anecdote from this day in 2002 : I was in an office just off Thornton Heath high street, getting a phone call around
An anniversary can be a double edged sword at the worst of times. Normally, it’s a celebration of some kind – your wedding, your birthday, first job, first grope, a defining victory, that kind of thing. On the flip side, an anniversary can also refer to somebody’s death, or some other tale of woe that
Time flies, doesn’t it? There I was, the very morning I wrote this article, flipping around various places to find out about whether we’d be getting any new signings from Dagenham and Redbridge, whether Robin Shroot will actually sign a new contract and when the BSS fixtures are going to come out. Then suddenly, it
This could become a regular feature on the 28th May. Like the Queen’s birthday, September 11th and some cup competition we won once, this very day is more symbolic than most. Symbolism can be an ironic thing. As I write this, there are two major events relating to Wimbledon going on. One is the AFCW
It’s amazing how certain statistics can take your breath away isn’t it? Like on the very day that this article was published, and assuming you live to the age of the average UK male life expectancy, you would have spent at least 1/76th of your life muttering the words “3 Man Commission” with an un-naturally
It may be somewhat goulish, all of this, that on the very day that three supposedly independent panelists accepted Charles Koppel’s offer of oral sex, followed by half an hour with a 13″ strap-on and then rewarded with a brown envelope or two, that SW19 rises from the molten ashes (and I don’t mean the