Don't Smash your Head against a Rock

Oh well, another dream down the swanny. Just when you start to thinking about a "Tuesday night in Torquay", the thought is sent crashing against the rocks of a condom & needle strewn South coast beach. But don't worry this won't be a sulk (much) like if we lose at Knaphill for example. Or when we lost in the final of the Surrey Senior Cup and I cried for an hour after the game.

A Couple of Sovereigns

They say you learn something new everyday. And it's total bollocks. In fact I am proud to say that I haven't really learnt anything since about 1978 and in the words of the late, great Lemmy "That's the way I like it baby, I don't want to live forever." But I may or not have learnt a couple of things on Saturday from the travelling Bognor fans but more of that later when I eventually get on to the matter in hand.

U's Crack Rocks... - One from the Archives

Hello again dear readers! Yeah, it's me again. Sorry about that.

Sadly, the weather has once more prevented us from having a game of football at fucking Maidenhead, so you're stuck with some load of old rubbish that had yours truly descending to the dusty basement archives at Gandermonium HQ to find. I do hope you enjoy this one though, as I had to move the old Smugometer to get at it. And that's a heavy thing to shift on your own.