I've been busy. No make that I've been
very, very busy and have managed to
neglect my blog. I'm starting to think
that I'm not cut out for the dedication
needed to blog all the time. Where do
they find the time? It's Twitter all the
way for me at the moment. Sort of like
fast food blogging.
Anyhow met a really nice Chelsea fan the
other day, who went to his first match
in 1959. He has been a season ticket
holder for a long, long time and was
telling me that every time they play
Spurs he feels like taking out some space
in the programme which says simply...
"I was here when we were shit!"
I fully expect us to win 17-0, but even
if we manage not to then at least those
travellers from Woolwich will be off the
top. COYS
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A blog charting the process of writing a book. The book is about my father, John White, who died shortly after I was born. John White was one of the most famous footballers of his day, he died after being struck by lightning on a golf course in North London. He played for Tottenham Hotspur and Scotland, and was 27 years of age at his death. It's also rantings of a Spurs fan...
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