A YEAR LATE

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to start, an apology.

i didn’t do an xmas show last year. making up for it this year.

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so please join me HERE on friday 23rd from 8pm.

a show full of cracking tunes and whatever else we fancy. as usual, requests are welcomed, just mail them to sfrstudio@live.co.uk or tweet them to @sfrstudio #sfrxp

also looking at having a chat with folks live on air. so DOWNLOAD SKYPE HERE and add us as sfrstudioskype, TEXT me via skype and i shall call you back between songs.

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see you friday

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WITH TIME AND TEMPERANCE

despite the rant earlier, i feel i am changing. growing older and wiser. not growing UP exactly. don’t think that will ever happen, but still…

take tomorrow. tomorrow i will be doing TWO things i have never done in 46 years.

1. participate in secret santa.

2. wear a xmas jumper.

and the odd thing is, i’m kind of looking forward to it.

don’t get me wrong, as The Enemy will tell you, i LOVE xmas. i just don’t DO xmas until there is xmas in the day.

i HATE xmas shopping (avarice at its worst) i HATE writing xmas cards (a waste of money) i ABHOR forced joviality in the workplace/anywhere (don’t tell me how to be happy)

i swear, i ain’t a grinch. ask The Teen! ask The Parental Unit….

but this year, i have sat and written some cards.

The Enemy* has bought a secret santa gift.

and The Enemy* has also bought me a snowman sweater, complete with a sticky out carrot and a floppy scarf.

we’re also in the process of making TWO yule logs for the team buffet tomorrow.

i still draw the line at singing xmas carols though.

wish me luck

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*i draw the line at venturing out into the mad crowds.

SHADOW OF THE SUN

FUCKING FILTHY SCUM RAG.

this world is currently a fucked up place. we have shit going on all over the place with various race/religion/countries/creeds fighting each other for who know’s what reasons.

and then you get this lot.

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worse than the idiots committing these atrocities are the cunts that work for m*****h publishing his hate and lie filled “newspaper”.

no-one…. NO-ONE needs to see this. i haven’t watched it. i don’t need to watch it. i don’t even want to THINK abut what it potentially contains. i am certain the relatives and friends of those killed and injured last night won’t want to see it.

“HORRIFYING VIDEO” it screams.

“CAUTION: GRAPHIC CONTENT”.

we don’t want to fucking see this.

they shouldn’t be allowed to even publish this.

fucking disgrace. scum. nothing short of.

i have NEVER and will NEVER buy the s**.

take care of each other folks.

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HERE’S THE GOOD NEWS

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never do my blood pressure any good going down t’Well, but boy did that win feel good! thought we were going to throw it away in the second half though, but we dug in and saw it out. one of the things i enjoy about social media is the “banter” you can have with opposition fans. doesn’t have to be nasty, can be light hearted…

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and, occasionally, they’ll have summat nice to say. this guy even took a really decent pic of Oakwell, which is now my desktop background!

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anyhow, that’s today, now onto tuesday night and a visit to the piggys down the road.

YOU REDS!

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COME ON/LET’S GO

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it is saturday.

it is five to two.

can mean one thing.

time for me and The Teen (with The Enemy and her mum following on) to walk down Coniston Road, cut along Thirlmere and then down Grasmere to the legend that is Oakwell.

same route each game. same programme seller, same 50/50 seller, same entrance, same seat.

full of misguided optimism, bets placed, hopes raised, ready to be dashed. whatever the result, back there next home game to cheer the Super Reds yet again.

YOU REDS

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OUT OF THE SINKING

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so, i have been. paid my £2 and i am a member of a gym. been shown around and it ain’t owt flash, but it’ll suit my needs. due to it’s opening hours i shall only be able to get there on a friday, but the hard work starts here.

got given my key fob that grants me entrance. that’s wat the two quid was for. went outside after, to wait for the parental unit picking me up and thought it best to put the fob on my keys.

searched my pockets, no fob. looked again, no fob. emptied ALL my pockets….. NOTHING!!! am i losing my mind? ain’t this a grand start? having to fork out anothet £2 before i even start.

hold on though. she gave it me, then took it off me to open the door, then never gave it back! back in, back up the stairs, collect it again, and back outside.

now THAT is today’s workout complete!

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