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    Joella in Oxfordshire. Working for The Man while training to be a plumber (I think!). Loves gherkins, hates aubergines... and Fascists.
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  • Dubsteps (formerly Hobo Tread)
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  • troubled diva.
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    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.
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    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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February 11, 2020



A brilliant piece of Subbuteo nostalgia, wor Jonathan, and thanks for not including the sister who would wander into your room like a Colussus and stand on the occasional Aston Villa player. I also remember when we went to Fenwick's to crowd around and see the Subbuteo world champion (a real person) playing for the crowds with his long fingernails. And didn't you used to sometimes mend your players with Uhu?


Yes, a real trip down Memory Lane! And what about those baccy(tobacco) tins that your teams were carefully stored in. Not to mention the holes in trouser legs due to the hours spent kneeling on the floor crouched over the green baize.
I'm so glad that Frank has taken to it. It could be the start of a 70/80s revival. Bring on Madness, Prince,Chopper bikes and Angel Delight and off we go.


Fab! Crikey, 1500 games. That's dedication. I loved the bit about your disabled players (well, "mainmed" might be a better description. Most inclusive :)

I never quite mastered the fine motor control to make the games interesting, so we ended up with a lot of time fetching players who'd gone awol. We tried blow football for a bit, but my brother's breath had quite a high humidity level so we sometimes found that rain stopped play.


Blow football was very much the poor cousin of the table football family I think, relying so much more on brute force (if the strength or indeed moisture content of one's breath can be described as such) at the expense of the very fine motor skills indeed required for the suburban young gentleman's pursuit of Subbuteo.

Mind you I thought I was quite good at it until I came across The Champion (read on to today's post!).


Can't imagine how special a moment that must have been for you to see Frankie take to Subbuteo with appreciation and enjoyment like that. Beautifully captured in words, as always.

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