TOWIE Shite!

WTF? Where am I? What happened?

Fuck the eatin' is cheatin' rule, next time I'm lining the old stomach.  Well that was a trip and a half to Essex and back!

Heartfelt

Here's a break from the norm eh?

The old Gandermonium was a bit set in it's ways, our match reports were about as wordy as we got. But with the return of this load of nonsense, we thought we'd try something a bit different to keep things interesting. With this in mind, I give you the first 'Gandermonium Literary Review'.

Yeah, I know. Amazing innit. We can read.

'Stoke the fire. The Tim Sills hate continues

Well the game for me tonight was a tough decision as to whether I would be in attendance or not due to suffering with the latest batch of the "man flu" (it's a man killer ya know) doing the rounds! So after receiving a text from Duke asking me whether or not I had turned totally "Gay" by me telling him I wouldn't be going tonight.

More Pushin' to the Cushin'

What a difference a week in football makes....

I write this blog in the early hours of Sunday morning listening to Ode to Joy by Tchaikovsky and watching old news reports of a little game in 1990 between Bournemouth and Leeds. And I feel reinvigorated to continue...

Our goal difference is positive...it's plus Juan!

Well where do I start on this one. I did come up with an alternative title for this blog...something along the lines of 'we've clipped the wings', but after receiving a tweet from the Oracle of Gandermonium today advising me that if I didn't use the above title, tweeted on Gandermonium last night...Taz would hurt me, and hurt me badly! So there we are, that's how the title for this blog came about!

The Bitter Taste of Urchins!

Well bugger me! There goes another trip to Essex........

And let me be the first to congratulate Marky N for surviving his first booze cruise with the Firm, even though he only lasted to Blackfriars mind you. The day itself was another drink fuelled escape with its highlights and low life's like us running around London and Essex!

Also apologies for the lateness of this blog but somehow I manged to pass out once again half on the bed and half on a foot stall that I use as a six month temporary replacement for a computer chair. But without further ranting lets get on with this blog!

Are you not entertained?

So after a long wait..we're back, and we're better!...That felt good! Like the first time I managed to ride a bike without the aid of stabilisers...Sorry Taz, I couldn't help but mention a little thing to do with cycling.....come on!...ok ok no more I promise!

As you've recently been reading Taz's recent blogs from the dusty archives. Taz can now sit back and relax in his wing back chair, put his slippers on and relax tonight! Juan's got this one covered!

3-0 & you fucked it up! - One From the Archives

Evening all. Yeah, me again.

Once more Maidenhead's pitch has failed us (is that the third or fourth time now? I've lost count) and tonights BSS match went the same way quite a few have over the last couple of months, so that means you're stuck with Taz gathering you all around his big virtual, online, leather wingback chair for the latest episode in the most fucked up series of 'Jackanory' you're ever likely to see.

England's Number one! - One from the Archives

This is actually becoming quite depressing. To be honest, when I set this up again, the idea was for Juan and Dukey to be the ones entertaining you all with a new generation of idiocy whilst I sat back, chipped in with the odd bit of filler and made sure they didn't break the internet. But thanks to the shittest weather we've had in a good few years, what it's actually turning out to be is a massive nostalgia trip.

Fingers crossed this will be the last one for a while. But given that Maidenhead reckon our game there on Tuesday is already at risk, I'm not holding my breath.

At last, a Melbourne Victory - Football Abroad

Snow, frozen pitch, match postponed, rehashed old shit on Gandermonium , blah blah blah. You know the drill. Still, looking on the bright side, you get to read the second of my reports about the Australian A-League from my business-come-lounging around trip back towards the arse end of 2008. 

No really, that is a bright side. Seriously! Look, just humour me here ok?