Pride in a Parmo?

I have been reading a lot of opinions recently about my local area, and its cultural identity. An especially well written response to all this was provided by my good mate Chris on his blog (Its a cracking read as well). So I have caved in to the invisible peer pressure and decided to add my own ill-advised response to proceedings, so here goes.

Behind Enemy Lines

This was the realisation of a task that I had set myself for sometime, yet I had never really had chance to do. I had always fancied testing myself by sitting within the home fans at a Middlesbrough away game. Last Saturday I got my chance, sort of.

Hooligan? Howay!

Well this isn't a blog that I was expecting to write! I wasn't even considering doing a blog covering the Tees Wear derby last night. I wanted to take in the game and the atmosphere and maybe have a bit of a shout and sing. Yet, I am going to write this blog due to what happened to me on my walk back to the car.

Superbowl Sunday!

'The Greatest Show on Turf!" Kevin Cadle crowed, yes that's right you guessed it; Superbowl Sunday! What a game it was!

Talking about Teams

So I was round my mate Dave's house last night, watching football and generally talking about sports. During the course of this conversation, and after watching a tremendous string of saves by Joe Hart, we went back to conversation we were having over Facebook about a week or so earlier; picking teams.

Stop the Press

Hello again, as usual I need to apologise for not blogging in a while, however for once I cannot blame my laziness. This time I have started work so rather than being sat aimlessly at my computer I am doing hours, also our Internet has been less than reliable recently.

However to my point, with the topical subject of those dirty journos, as a (loosely termed) trained journalist (I have my certificates, honest) why have I chosen not to pursue the career in Fleet Street that I trained for?

So as some of you who read my ramblings or know me within the ‘real world’ may know, I spent three of my tender and developmental years training to become a journalist. I enjoyed writing and I had interests in sport and music (in case you hadn’t noticed) so I thought I would give it a pop. I worked hard, and wrote constantly, in pursuit of becoming a journalist. I gained those qualifications, however along the way I lost some of the passion that I had when I walked in three years earlier.

The Writer's Craft

The other day I was thinking about writing and how much I do, and whether I could call myself a 'writer'? So I thought what better way to discuss this than actually writing it.