Thumbs as fit as fiddles

I long to play some football, my circle isn’t interested in that sort of thing and the extended ring to which I once belonged is now a fading memory; my waistline, in contrast, is an ever expanding reality. My thumbs are as fit as fiddles – if fiddle thumbs were a thing, they’d be challenging […]

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“Spurs v Liverpool?” “Do it.” – “Wait. Versus or co-op?” “Co-op.” “Co-op.” “Wait.” “What now?” “Online or against the computer?” “Good call. Er… Shall we take the good fight online?” “Fuck yeah.” Frank picked up the xbox controller and started flicking through the game’s menu screen. “Beer?” “Sure, dude, help yourself whilst I get us […]

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An Ode to the Argos

Keith didn’t have a happy night through connection drops and crying, yet through it all he kept his cool jogged on and kept on trying.   With through balls here and crosses there his passes were quite inspiring. Then The Egg would hatch a cunning plan and scream, “I’m here, ARRIVING!”   Choppy liked to smash […]

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