Some blogs I know

  • Freckles and Doubt
    Considering her mastery of narrative structure etc. (insert narrative structure here.....)
  • Trailer Park Refugee | just three shots of tequila away from a bar fight….
    Just three shots of tequila away from a bar fight...
  • Exile on Pain Street | Straddling the Hudson River. One foot in NYC, the other in suburban New Jersey.
    One man's story, etc.....
  • Fat Man on a Keyboard
    'At first they came for the smokers but I did not speak out as I did not smoke. Then they came for the binge drinkers but I said nothing as I did not binge. Now they have an obesity strategy...'
  • New York Bike Blog
  • Belgian Waffle
    Prolific? Bien sur. Waffle? Not a bit of it. The best thing to come out of Belgium since Leffe Blonde, and that is saying something.
  • Non-working monkey
    'Why taking work seriously turns you into a cock', among other lifesavingly important career advice.
  • Razorblade of life
    'Not so much cutting-edge as half-cut and still sliding'...
  • blue cat
    This blue cat fellow (he writes for the telly you know) issues forth an apparently effortless stream of grade-A funniness that has me overcome in turns by helpless laughter and shameful, powerful envy. There I've said it.
  • Joella
    Joella in Oxfordshire. Working for The Man while training to be a plumber (I think!). Loves gherkins, hates aubergines... and Fascists.
  • Bushra
    Bushra's blog/ homepage/ call it what you want
  • Dubsteps (formerly Hobo Tread)
    Thoughts of Skif, a Havant and Waterlooville fan exiled in Liverpool- possibly the most engaging non-league football writing to be found on the web- and with a little bit of politics, and plenty more beside!
  • Tired Dad
    The Man Who Very Nearly Fell Asleep
  • troubled diva.
    Mike, the self-styled 'Fairy Godmother of British Blogging'. He got us all published in a book, you know...
  • Private Secret Diary
    Dispatches from deepest Norfolk. Not that private and not that secret. Just consistently hilarious.
  • The man who fell asleep; Sadness and ecstasy in unequal measures
    The book inspired by this veteran site (A Year in the life of The Man Who Fell Asleep) features the 'sarcastic polar bears of north London' among other oddities that the author manages somehow to render absolutely plausible.
  • Pete Ashton's Internet Presence
    Birmingham's finest. Writing with enviable clarity on every subject under the sun since 2000 (a very long time indeed!). Now with added nice pictures of canals and stuff...
  • Looby
    'An awkward, clumsy fellow; a lubber; a novice'....a venerated (if refreshingly irreverent) blogging institution. Lancaster's very finest!
  • RichardHerring.com
    The comedian Richard Herring's kind of online diary thing. Always worth a visit.

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May 10, 2005



At least that first season prepared you for the next 30 or so years of crushing disappointment as a Newcastle fan. Still, there's always next season, isn't there?


It is worth reflecting that winning is also a bitter pill, because there's nowhere to go but down. The talk of next year begins within moments of securing the current championship, so that the average time of actual fully realized bliss turns out to be 6.3 seconds per year per fan before the rest of the field are considered competitors again and the worries begin again. "There's always next year" -- it's heaven and hell combined!


I'm sure there's a lot of fans (myself included) who'd savour those 6.3 seconds for the rest of their lives. Provided I ever get the chance to experience them, which on this season's performance seems highly unlikely.

Still, singing in Cardiff as Man Utd pissed on our collective dreams was surprisingly theraputic.


'Always Next Season', indeed. That exact phrase was originally contained in the final sentence, in this post's original incarnation as an attempted submission for the kindly editor at When Saturday Comes (who on this occasion quite singularly failed to reach into his breast pocket for a 5-kroner piece, instead rejecting the effort as 'not substantial enough'- hmmmmphh). Oh well, the Readership of WSC's loss is our gain, or something. And perhaps this is where the story fits best, with all my other 'life stories'.

I suppose our 6.3 seconds of bliss came during the mid-90s Keegan heyday, when we briefly led the Premiership by a seemingly unassailable 12 points, before embarking on a famous half-season long process of self-destruction, which left us trailing home in second place- to (who else?) a resurgent, Cantona-inspired Man United.

We just couldn't cope with the possibility of glory back then, could we? Even during those heady days I remember being consumed by worry- would we be caught? Could we possibly pull off this incredible runaway feat?? Was it all a dream??? It certainly feels like one now that we have returned to our customary station of mid-table obscurity. Perhaps we should have appreciated those 6.3 seconds of bliss a little bit more, because the chances of 6.3 more seem increasingly remote....

By the way normal service will be resumed here on Crinklybee, hopefully next week. My comparative inactivity has been due to various factors, such as work becoming suddenly ridiculously busy, my home computer packing up, and the after-effects of staying up till 5AM watching Peter Snow's swingometer swinging merrily back and forth. Just part of an incident-strewn election night in M19- which I will have to tell you all about- hopefully next week!


It has just occurred to me that this new piece of crinklybee has illustrations -- good heavens! Hats off to you and your technical prowess! The football stuff is all very exciting too, although I'd like to suggest that the kindly editor might be more interested in something about your life in broken Subbuteo players. I will personally offer five Kroner for that one.

Nexus John

Lesson Five: the package that didn't arrive in time from ebay has turned up. It must have been waiting for the right moment.

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