Category Archives: Match days

Pasta power

I think it was Mr R Geldof who once told us he didn’t like Mondays. Well to be honest the fox and the rat were as one on that point this week. Not sure why…I mean I have never been … Continue reading

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Survival Instinct

I think it is generally accepted that for a species to survive, it needs to apply lessons learned. So choosing to eschew (BOOM!) a leaf from the dinosaurs’ book on ‘how to become extinct’, TLF took her Gene Kellyesque experience … Continue reading

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Act 3 Scene 2 Rumble thy bellyful! Spit fire! Spout rain!

I have developed this bad, Satday morning habit. Not bad in a crack cocaine kind of a way. More a ‘slightly naive and you know it will end in trouble but not a stay in the Priory’ type of habit. … Continue reading

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A question of priorities

Yes I know. I am not a lost fox but a late fox. Delivering my weekly blog in a slack-24-hours-late-kind-of-a-fashion. But in my defence there is some justification for this writing aberration. I do know what Mr Shankly said about … Continue reading

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Feast or famine

Before the Monday night home game I realised it was a whole 19 days since I had last seen the mighty Saints (not so much a ‘lost’ fox. More, I dunno, mislaid?) That’s what bad weather and a greed for … Continue reading

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3D Boxing Day

Waking up on Boxing Day morning there was a palpable air of tension Chez TLF. Nothing to do with the day before’s sprouts or indeed the three points at stake in the impending derby game. Rather it was the impending … Continue reading

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Bah Humbug

Being a bit of a Christmas curmudgeon, Mr TLF will often incur my wrath by using the line, “it’s a funny time of the year”, as an excuse for all manner of grumpiness, or general blokey-slackness. I usually give this … Continue reading

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Tragedy. Of Sorts

I can only think that at Tonbridge on Saturday the fourth official came over all a bit Macbeth. Not in a ‘killing the king on the basis of advice from three witches and his wife’ kind of a way (women … Continue reading

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Out. But Not Down

It’s a long time since I have received this many sympathy texts. The last time is indelibly marked in the memory…it is funny that isn’t it? Can’t remember my pin for our newly opened joint account (and it is soooo … Continue reading

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The C word

According Charlotte Bronte, consistency is the first of Christian duties. Well all can I say is if that is a duty then I am going to shirk it. You see I’m starting to think that the concept of consistency is … Continue reading

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