Happy Poundsavah Chocolate Egg Day, dear reader! As all good parents know, this is the day you can start buying your egg-shaped confectioneries as they’re heavily reduced in price following Easter Sunday. In honour of this fact, here’s a sugary teaser: if no country or individual can legally lay claim to any part of outer…
In he strides, brazen as a drunken nudist with a flashy new haircut. He carefully selects a single packet of rust flavoured corn snacks from the shelf before spinning on the spot and winging his way to safety within seconds, ill gotten gains secured for another day. This is the life of Gary the Gull,…
To continue the theme established in last week’s podcast (to the tune of Johnny Cash’s 25 Minutes to Go), Latics’ death sentence has been halted… for now. The executioner has been momentarily distracted by a lone voice from the crowd – in this instance, the Football League and their ten-volume rulebook. But those cheeky scamps…
Thumbing through my inbox this week, I was delighted to discover a ‘personal email from Gary Caldwell’… correspondence from Superman himself! Sadly I only got a brief glimpse before accidentally deleting it along with fake tax rebates and false promises from Ugandan princes, so I couldn’t tell you if it was indeed written by Gary,…
Every now and then, we are reminded that football is part of the wider entertainment industry. For all the Bong fu going on at Tuesday night’s game, the man most seriously injured by the Battle of The New Den was Shaun Williams, who stubbed his toe on an advertising hoarding. Aha, those kids at school…
Nope, I ain’t gonna do it again. Just because Friday’s T’Classico is LIVE on BeeSkyBee’s frivolous Friday Night Football, I won’t stoop so low as to cart out the big Americanisation stereotypes, mainly because I reached the end of my US Commentator’s Idiom Dictionary shortly after Halloween. And please don’t ask me to start at…
It’s only on a bitterly cold south coast Tuesday evening you realise that winter has truly struck. Not that I was anywhere other than Wigan tonight, but if the Falmer Stadium is anything like my house I’m sure they’d have been cursing the lack of cavity wall insulation. Apparently mud huts aren’t eligible for British…
Bleh! Bleh! Velcom, vatchers, to PWU’s All Hallows’ Eve Special. Zis is me, ze one and only Vlad the Impala Sedan, ze North West’s answer to zat vampire dude from ze black and white vilms. And you can tell vrom my accent zat I am definitely vrom ze coffins of Transylvania and not zis pace…
The Fab Four of John (AKA Barry), Paul (Rob), George (Gareth) and Ringo (Dan) present a ghost bustin’ edition of the RefWatchCast. In tribute to Egon Spengler, who sadly passed away this week, the [Beep]les break out their Proton packs to engage in an extended spectre sucking session. But don’t worry, we’re not going to…
Oh, I just noticed there was no Wigan game on Tuesday. A good job, because I don’t fancy learning the result from a poorly constructed tweet again – it’s like Ceefax but with more errors and a distinct lack of colour clash. You know, that makes this afternoon’s showdown on the south coast our last…
He might be gone, but Owen Coyle’s legacy lives on in the quality of players he brought to the club… it’s just a pity about the shorts/ping pong/Irn Bru/results (delete as appropriate, or not if you prefer). And while we’re on the subject we must not forget his inherent Vaudevillian comedy value which, while not…
They don’t call me the Fastest Gun in the West… because I’m not. International Latics fan Mike, however, can be described as such – just hours after landing in the UK he was participating in the latest edition of that podcast. No, not the one presented by that chuckling northern idiot Yack, but the professional…