Racing, badly
Sod Valentine’s Day. There’s no better way to spend a weekend that scaring yourself senseless on a rain-sodden race track in Northamptonshire.
Sod Valentine’s Day. There’s no better way to spend a weekend that scaring yourself senseless on a rain-sodden race track in Northamptonshire.
In the albeit small number of posts so far on this blog, I’ve made no secret of the fact that I have a tendency to watch non-league football. More specifically, I tend to watch my local team; Farsley Celtic of the BlueSQ North.
The Jan Moir saga doesn’t just reveal the Daily Mail’s inherent prejudices; it also demonstrates how the printed press is still failing “get” the power of social media.
I won’t appologise for the lack of posts on here. After all, I don’t make many anyway on this bit of barron webspace. Although there certainly won’t be any this weekend.
The Guardian’s ‘The Knowledge‘ is a pretty good source of pointless football trivia at the best of times.
Errr…yeah…..improvement was the name of the game. Unfotunately, this idea of being thrown into the Division One deep end is going as badly as I expected it would.
The 22-3 defeat probably supports that theory.
With special mention to Beer Ritz in Headingley, I am currently celebrating Yorkshire Day with the following:
I think I might enjoy this!
Today was our first league game in the Goals Leeds Wednesday Bundesliga 5-a-side thingy and well, there’s definantely improvement to be made.
… is that sometimes, your stories can come across as seriously underwhelming:

I don’t mean for this blog to become a list of crap towns and cities in the UK but unfortunately, following sport often means visiting places that fall into that category.