A (sad) tale of one football club As you have likely noticed, my absence on here has been… considerable. The reason is simple: having a full-time job required more of my time and energy than I thought it would. So, having just left my place of employment, I thought a summary of my time there, […]
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The night before Christmas Eve (or a story of one steak)
“Do you want me to change it?” I was sitting in a crowded pub on a Friday night with a well-done steak lying in front. A woman I met less than half an hour ago was leaning towards me, a maniacal glint in her eye. “Do you want me to change it for you?” – she […]