There’s a hole in my back, dear Liza, dear Liza,

Now tell me, is it wrong to dream of Bacon Noodles? Or is it wrong to stumble around Brighton at night with a skull face mask on? How about being photographed hanging outside an adult ‘Boutique’ emporium? Well that was all last week, this week is all about Langney Sports Eastbourne Borough! So where do we start […]

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The Petersfield Chip Shop Disaster

“In all my 73 years, I’ve never been refused entry into a pub!” These were the words uttered by Indiana Jones’ father (aka Sean Connery’s stunt double) late on Saturday evening. And what a day that turned out to be, so why don’t we get started and begin were all our good tales usually kick […]

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Double Vera and Tonic Please

“There’ll be bluebirds over, The white cliffs of Dover” And I always thought that the bluebird was not indigenous to our fair young island? But who am I to disagree with a singer that is now synonymous with a cigarette paper used for roll-ups, or is that a drink made from Juniper Berries I wonder? Fuck knows. Anyway […]

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Who are Tud-Binge Angles?

“This geezer was special, I mean REAL special. He was thick as shit in a bottle, he even made two short planks look like a fuckin’ computer.”  What is he talking about? I hear you say, well I hope its you talking to me or otherwise not only am I talking to myself I’ve even began […]

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Diagrams of Diaphragms

Have you ever had a doughnut burger? All you have to do is start with your typical bacon cheeseburger and change the standard burger bun for a glazed doughnut, slice it in half, flip it around and slightly toast it and there we have it, obesity in America. Mmmm. Buuuurger. Anyway, welcome Ladies & Gentleman on […]

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Achtung! Spitfire!

In the blink of an eye last season’s near miss and SSC heartache has been forgotten (for now mind you!), and a new campaign has begun. And where have the footballing gods decided to put us for the opening salvos of the new adventure? Eastleigh. Fucks sake. Well after last weekend’s exploits on the continent […]

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Das Wetherspoons? – Football Abroad

The baton is handed to me and hopefully not like a British Olympic relay team I won’t drop it! Now let me see, by a twist of fate (and a loaded Euro coin!) I’ve been given the task of doing part deux of what has been known as “Bedlam in Belgium”. And as some of you […]

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Ode to Fluffernutter

“What we do in life echoes in eternity.” – Maximus Decimus Meridius Never has something been said that speaks so much truth. But in the world of The Duke we need to slightly change the wording a bit:-  “What we do on a Saturday night echoes for the rest of the week” Because that is […]

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A Swingers Party or a Sex Dungeon?

Chelsea, Chelsea! Chelsea, Chelsea! We’re going make it a blue day! Damn that song has plagued me since first hearing it in 1997. So to begin today’s blog we must go to the moment that I arrived home, and managed to get the end of the Head to Head on Pointless and what was the question? “Managers under […]

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Salute me or Shoot me

So here we are again, the return of the Firm for another season of drunkenness and stupidity awaits us all. Hey, its what we do best! Of course we will be having the usual away trips that will no doubt produce those one liners for the ever expanding “Why we Bother” section of our blog (which can […]

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