March 2009


I guess there’s something about most of the stories I write that means something to me. Usually, it’s a particularly nice bout of swearing. Sometimes, though, on occasions that should really be more frequent than they actually are, everything just falls into place, the cosmos aligns and the final full stop goes down on a story that just works. I know when it happens. I know when it doesn’t happen. Strangely, or not strangely at all, it tends to happen with stories that are written in a couple of hours in one sitting. It never happens on the pieces that take months to finish.

Anyway, one of those stories is called The Spirit of Shackleton and I’m tickled to a healthy rose hue to announce that it’ll appear in the May edition of Menda City Review, going live on the 9th (I think).

MCR is one of my very favourite online magazines. Check it out and tell them how great they are.

Expect reminders nearer the launch date.

Bit of a shorter trip tonight … a hop, skip and a jump to arch rivals, Stirling Albion in the first of a double-header that concludes at home on Saturday.img_0215

Three away wins on the bounce was a bit too much to ask for, and in a pretty even game with few clear cut chances, it is perhaps unsurprising to know that it finished 0-0.

One of the best parts of the night, though, was seeing our favourite linesman, who you can see in the picture. The guy runs like he was in a severe car crash and rather than being taken to hospital, they took him to Scrapheap Challenge. It’s like he’s got an iron bar for a spine and the headlights from a 1994 Fiesta as kneecaps. His waistband is round about where his tits should be. Jude and I have seen him trot along the line like a Palamino on a number of occassions but tonight was the first time the rest of the crowd seemed to spot it and he even got a brief chant of “THE LINESMAN!! THE LINESMAN!!”

Moan the Wasps!