Room for another celebration? Good! Then rummage through the pantry and fetch that box of out of date Jacob’s biscuits you forgot all about, because Progress With Unity has notched up its (unofficial) ton-50. Here at PWU, every Wednesday is Christmas Day… but that’s only because our digital clock is stuck at 00:00 on 25…
Oh, Merry New Winterval! As the Book Cycle Studios are locked down this week, we are unable to bring you your regularly scheduled episode of the PWU Podcast. Do not despair, however, as we have prepared for such an eventuality. Just in case you missed any episodes from the 2015/16 season, we have pasted together…
It’s the event you’ve been waiting 365 days for! Yes, now Progress With Unity’s seasonal Q&A is finally here, you can officially settle down with some eggnog and enjoy an Alternative Alternative Christmas Message delivered in semi-inebriated fashion by Bazza, Statman and that one guy who will be marrying Grant Holt next month. And at…
All of a sudden, I know exactly what that Derren Brown bloke is talking about. The power of suggestion is all around us at this time of year. As I stared at the waist-high pile of Jacob’s boxes hidden in a dark corner of my sizeable drinks cabinet, I suddenly realised why I thought to…
Neil Robertson, what a guy! On becoming the first player to make a maximum break in the UK Championship Final, he dedicated his achievement to 147 editions of the Progress With Unity Podcast. We don’t have the heart to tell him my numbering system is flawed and that there have actually been 176 episodes if…
Why hello, darlings! I’m just preparing my house for the John Stones Paint makeover team, who will soon be paying a visit to JWAW Towers for a faaaab-ulous spot of DIT. I won’t have to lift a finger as they do it themselves, picking the hamster hairs from my plug holes and repainting the man-sized…
The burning question on this week’s PWU Podcast: exactly how did Burton Albion defeat Wigan Athletic? Was it through persistent pressing and brickwall defensive sensibilities? Was it through effective handling of late November conditions and sheer physical strength? Or maybe it was because they had the correct players in the correct position to sidefoot home…
Savour it while you still can, chaps! Fairly soon, on-demand league tables via your television could be a thing of the past as Auntie Beeb phases out the Red Button, formerly Ceefax. Best ready your anti-Arnold devices, for this surely signals the end of the convenience age and the beginning of the Skynet automated thought…
Oh, the irony – that one derided by a great majority, with the first touch of a man made of rubber, should come within a pigeon’s fart of a hat trick (for the second time in four weeks), while the hamstrung darling of ES2 should remain unrewarded. Cruel, cruel fate! OK, Shakespeare, enough of the…
Ah, I *knew* there was something spooky going on! Having reviewed replays of Saturday’s grisly grindfest, I have uncovered irrefutable evidence that this was, in fact, the pseudo-holiday known as All Hallows’ Eve. For you see, Swindon’s fleet of foot blockmaster extraordinaire Lawrence Vigouroux is certainly a vampire – he isn’t very good with crosses….
Great Scott! You can forget all this televisual film time travel fakery – I really did go back in time on Sunday morning. At 2am, I loaded up teletext to watch the clock skip back exactly 60 minutes, giving me the rare opportunity to relive the previous hour of my life. Now, I would like…
Well, it’s up there. Not my blood pressure, but the teletext league table! Ten weeks into the season, Ceefax (or whatever they call it these days) print their first (meaningful) listings of the season, and I just so happened to spot them this week. I mean, come on – anyone would get remote control trigger…