Banter Beacons

I’ve mentioned it before on here this season, holding the fort on the blog this season is tough going. Especially when games are coming thick & fast. Being on your tod means the pressure’s on to come up with all sorts of interesting bollocks and angles to keep you lot bloody entertained. Mainly though, I […]

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Forty Bags of Sand

Since our magical and widely celebrated entrance into the great 92 72, I’ve been fortunate enough that I’ve swerved nearly every single game played in the Papa Johns thingy (I did do Pompey away, but that was more as an excuse for a random midweek day out on the lash than anything else), henceforth known […]

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Camulodunum

It’s my own fault really. I make a bit of a deal about the fact I felt a bit minging prior to the Swindon game and of course, said dose of manflu developed into full blown MANFLU, obviously helped by attending said Swindon game and I ended up feeling like arse when the weekend wheeled […]

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