Monthly Archives: July 2018

The Magic Poulet is full of it. Won’t stop belting out “Un coq sur une chemise,” that well known football anthem as performed by Les grains de foudre. While TLF would argue that something does get lost in translation, the … Continue reading →

After a couple of glasses of perfectly chilled white wine at an Arts Festival on Sunday, (oh yes I can do posh during a football tournament) I half-jokingly said to my companions that I might try and make it to … Continue reading →

In the interests of balancing the commitment of a daily blog with the shredded mind of someone in their late forties who after being awake for 29 hours, got off the plane and went to work, just to say: It … Continue reading →

Dear Mr TLF, Gone to Moscow. Back Thursday. Flying Fox PS Please put bins out PPS Look after the lucky bear and the lucky chicken PPPS Step AWAY from the wallchart

Ooh la la! C’est le first semi finale de La Coupe de Monde. Nous avons wavez au revoir a Boris et La Brexit Bull chien, David Davis mais la football continuez! I don’t like to jinx things but today could … Continue reading →

TLF has writers block. This is the third World Cup I have rambled about, (plus the 2016 Euros) and it has always been easy. There was a standard format – even though I should know better I’d always be slightly … Continue reading →

Normal service is resumed. Well not on Thameslink; miracles take longer than a world cup tournament lasts, but at least the football is back. It’s the quarter finals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So TLF is a leeeetle bit excited, having always wanted to see … Continue reading →

No seriously. Nada. Zilch. Nuffink. It is the busiest week of the year at work, Thameslink is even more effed than it was yesterday and there wasn’t any football yesterday and there isn’t any tomorrow. FIN Grumpy Fox

The minute that Colombian equaliser went in, I hope you can forgive TLF for pretty much immediately starting on a heart rending and doom-laden blog about the dismal inevitability of further failure and four more years of hurt. We have … Continue reading →

Crikey. And I thought a day off was meant to be restful. After a slightly subdued Sunday, the tournament was back on form. It’s easy to do, all you need is for the little fancied opponents to go two-nil up … Continue reading →