Like a Bat out of La Bastarda

Oh, hello there kids! How we doing? I’m just fine thanks. Well, apart from the fact that Meat Loaf became the latest famous bod to pop the old clogs and leave all of us left here in the roaring 20’s wondering what the fuck is the point to life. But, you know. Swings and roundabouts […]

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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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Terrace Chant Lullabyes

Greetings dear reader! Welcome back once more to your favourite slice of what was once Non-League but is now somehow Football League cobblers. Have you missed us? What do you mean no? Sheesh. Talk about hurt our feelings. Anyhoo, we have returned, mainly thanks to the fact that Stevenage Borough can get a game on […]

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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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Season’s Grecians

Welcome dear reader to the first Gandermonium missive of the new year people appear to be calling ‘2022’. We’re not that taken on the name if we’re honest, bit unoriginal if you ask us and it also sounds a bit too much like ‘2020’, which is just confusing for people like us what are easily […]

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I’m Barry Sheerwater

It’s back people. Or as the kids these days say, OMG. I’m also back once again to regale you with a tale that pretty much has nothing to do with the events mentioned and even less to do with the football that a mere few of us bore witness to, as once again, the finest […]

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Working for the Clampdown

Thirty years I’d lived on Gander Green Lane, a ten minute walk up the road from the famous Borough Sports Ground.  I’ve loved West Sutton and it has loved me back unconditionally. But when a sheer fluke combined with a dose of brass neck meant that we were in a position to buy the house […]

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