Loved this. The cobbles, the ghostly dead-eyed forms arcing over the three characters: a wide-eyed child, a creepy moustachioed Don and what could be a ‘fabioler’ from the island’s Festes de Sant Joan de Ciutadella. The hinges form neat crosses and this all pans out above the cobbled streets.
Street art, back streets of Ciutadella, Minorca.
A tiny organism in an vast and unhelpful world. A familiar world, a busy world, many others around of different hues but no one familiar or close enough to see that a massive, potentially dangerous beast looms over you, with who-knows-what in its’ mind. Read More
We’ve all been very excited, haven’t we? We’ve seen the headlines and we’re now awaiting the denouement, the collapse of FIFA, the beheading of Sepp Blatter and the cleansing of the game we all love. It’s just a matter of time, right?
The best, the funniest and the most decisive incident in this game happened after just three minutes. It killed the game like it is going to kill this match report. Read More
Quite an admission coming up … I’m rubbish at hearing lyrics (cue misheard lyric memories from all readers). Perhaps increasing the sacrilege … I often don’t pay much attention to them. OK, so now I’m a phillistine with bad music taste and no musical talent, who doesn’t listen to lyrics!? Read More
Usually this website [this first appeared on therealfacup] is all about the underdog, the lower ranked side, the least known or unheralded team (or, admittedly, often Dulwich Hamlet). However, this particular round is slightly different, although only because this is personal. Read More
Cray Valley (PM) 1-3 Raynes Park Vale
FA Cup Extra Preliminary Round, 17th August 2014: Att 106.
There isn’t a single paper mill at Cray Valley (Paper Mills). Note the plural. Not since the early 80s anyway. Disappointing turn of events. BUT, no matter, we had an unexpected treat. Club branded bins and FATHER JACK in the house! Paul John is one of the best linos about, always chatty, clear and rarely wrong, He also looks like he’s just slept in his car before donning the black of officialdom. He was long ago christened ‘Father Jack’, but we love him dearly.