Smoke Filled Rooms

Here’s how it cracks along at the workers’ collective you know and love as Gandermomium. Generally, about once a month, the Editor in Chief will get in a panic in the post-match club bar as he realises no one is booked in to file copy for a number of looming games and begins the hunt for a “volunteer”. And it is at this point I do what all older fellas who have been round the block a few times do. I cop a fucking deaf ‘un don’t I? Fylde away? What? Sorry mate, about half past seven I think, bloody noisy in here isn’t it?

Cabbage Crates Coming Over the Briny

A Merry Christmas to all you old buggers! The festive season is now firmly upon us and the games are coming in thick and fast. There's no rest for the wicked as those of us who've hit it hard over the last couple of days are required to head to the wilds of Surrey. That's because that young oik on the YTS at Conference HQ has written Woking (A) Boxing Day on the back of the special fixtures Benson & Hedges packet again. A home game would've been nice. 

He's Big, He's Geez, He's fucking Lebanese!

Hello readers, and good morning/afternoon/evening (delete as applicable) and welcome to Robbo’s blog on the events – pre, during and after of the Wrexham game. The last working week of yours truly sees the draw for the Second Round of the FA Trophy, which if we'd beat Dagenham and Redbridge in the replay could have sens us return to Notts County.

A Blunt Dagger to the Heart

T'was the seventh night before Christmas. The roaring fire has filled the room with heat as Bing is warbling away on the wireless, crooning out a festive tune like no other. But yet, there is nearly fifty Sutton fans who've made the trip to East London on a cold Tuesday night to see if our team can finish a Amateur Cup FA Trophy match from Saturday that did for football what Schindler's List does for comedy films.

Planespotting

A wise man once said "Fail to prepare, prepare to fail". Who was it? Dunno, not looked it up. You've got the Googles right? Look it up yourselves then you lazy sods! Anyway, I digress. Whoever it was that said it had a point. And usually here at Gandermonium, we're not too bad at preparation. No really, for a complete bunch of idiots we're generally on the case. It's usually just the execution of said preparations that usually tends to let us down. You know, like buying train tickets for the right date, that sort of thing.

A Tale of two Arses

Ah, Tuesday night away football, Conference-style. You can very much take it or leave it as the saying goes. But for 20+ hardy Sutton United souls, it's very much take what we can as we have to make another long midweek Northern trip. And some of the matches we've been to a cold Tuesday night haven't exactly turned out to be fruitful in the old pointage stakes. But maybe tonight...

Harold Shipman's Manor

As you get older in life, you may find that certain things become that bit harder. Things ache a bit more and you take longer to recover when you exert yourself . And you might not know it, but this is as true when it comes to following a non-league football club as it is when foolishly doing that bloody 10k run for charity. Well, at least the way we do it that is. Why? Because we're idiots, that's why.

Two Out of Three Ain't Bad

Well loyal readers it has been a while since yours truly blessed with my writings based upon a Sutton United blog, thanks again to our editor and chief Taz for stepping in for me that night I had the flu jab and my left side went into complete numbness. You shouldn't believe all the scandalous lies my colleagues here at Gandermonium might tell!