A FIFA World Cup Boycott
Having been a rabid football fan for as long as I care to remember, following my infection as a child, the FIFA World Cup has almost always been something to look forward to. The greatest sporting spectacle on Earth. I remember “staying up late” to see an 18-year-old Michael Owen charge through a helpless Argentine … Continue reading A FIFA World Cup Boycott
The Admission
My dad died when he was 50. Apparently, he was the third generation to pass at such a landmark which has prompted my mum to encourage me to see a doctor to see if there is any underlying health condition which are causing us male Viponds to expire so prematurely. If I am to reach … Continue reading The Admission
Milo
Wednesdays were the worst. At least on Thursdays the bullies were tired and on Fridays distracted. But on Wednesdays they were at the top of their game. They had had two days to recover from the weekend’s grogginess and perfect their dark arts. And now, like a gang of street cats, they would wait for … Continue reading Milo
Trouble & Squeak 