Denys, Denise, Der Knees

Jesus, how long has it been since we've seen Sutton win away? A quick look back at the records show that it was in fact bloody Lincoln back in the middle of August. And that was also the last time we managed to stick the ball back into the back of the net away from GGL as well! Trips to Chester, Gateshead and Wrexham have proven to be as pointless as a limp dick in the Playboy mansion.

Half Man Half Biscuit

Tranmere Rovers.  At home. On my birthday and on TV?

When those balls drop into place in that sequence you get a feeling your luck is in and that if you bumped into Suzannah Reid in the Tesco's car park and invited her into the van to check your jump leads she would drop her "bags for life" and leap at the chance.

The 81p Cash Out

One was going to start my blog by saying a sarcastic "Thank you Mr Ayre for the kind handover" as he forgot to include said formailty in his blog from the game against Wrexham.  However, I note that our editor has included the formal handover in an amended document, so thank you sir.

Failed in Wales

The screaming sound of the alarm goes off, it reads 0530. I slowly rise up and look around aimlessly, and for a split second I think I'm late for yet another working day. For the third consecutive Saturday we are due to play away again. After the drubbing at Chester and the total fuck up that was Gateshead away, we now have to head to the other participant of that needless set of bubble matches that is Wrexham.

Blog On The Tyne

If you've been hanging around these here parts for any length of time, you may be aware that we here at Gandermonium have a motto of sorts. "Leave no man behind! (Unless mutually inconvenient to the rest of the group)". And we meant it too. Well, until Saturday night at least.