It may not be obvious given how rubbish this journal is but I've long been a devotee of the intricacies of the English language. I'm not sure when this started given that I have a rather poor memory when it comes to details of my own life but certainly one of the things that at least helped to bolster my love of words was getting a copy of The ( Read more... )

Cast your mind back if you will to 4th March 2006. A battle in more ways than one at the Hawthorns with a Chelsea side at the height of gittery (King of Divers Arjen Robben red carded for a two-footed assault on the mighty Jonathan Greening, Didier Drogba in his original incarnation before his rebirth as a modern saint) nicking a 2-1 win off the ( Read more... )

And another thing about Sinn Fein.... No, even I'm sick of me going on about them ( Read more... )

Lest we forget

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Yup that just about sums it up, Yebin. Bloody English imperialist buggers and your stupid bastard governments. Get off my bloody island and take your plastic-faced, public schoolboy, monetarist tosspots with you.

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When I was but a boy and before Greg Dyke swung his malevolent axe I used to religiously watch the British wrestling on ITV every Saturday afternoon (World of Sport wrestling as it's invariably thought of as, although that particular show pre-dates my memory and it was the stand-alone show with "Yankee Doodle" as the theme tune that I watched). As ( Read more... )

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See that? That's me wanting the season to start, that is. As much as I enjoy watching Crusaders labouring to a 1-0 win over Harland & Wolff Welders because every other match in Belfast has been cancelled thanks to rain (yup, summer in Northern Ireland) I want the proper season as much as Yebin wants her ice cream ( Read more... )

The unspeakable monotony of the seemingly interminable grinding bore that is the close season was alleviated to an extent today by the presence of a record fair in the hideously named Oh Yeah Centre. Such occurrences have become semi-regular this last year or so but invariably have happened on Saturdays when I was otherwise engaged standing in the ( Read more... )

Peter Robinson, the First Minister of Northern Ireland, has never hid the fact that he comes from the "pray for Catholics but hate Catholicism" school of Evangelical Protestantism. That he believes whole-heartedly in his personal interpretation of the Bible is something that he has never sought to hide and so, like all religious fundamentalists, he ( Read more... )