I’ve had an absolutely horrendous day, but inside my backpack, printed out this morning is the equivalent of Charlie’s golden ticket to Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. All day, while every possible work disaster befell me I was able to rest my foot on the backpack that held this most beautiful piece of paper. I printed it out in black and white first, but then I just had to do it in color.Read More »
Anatomy of a WholeArsed scandal
The whispers started on Sunday night during our pork schnitzel Gooner Supper Club dinner. They became persistent, louder. They became too loud and constant to ignore.Read More »
Mesut Özil inspires the first Gooner Supper Club
The Arsenal win against Crystal Palace feels more comfortable 90 minutes after the end of the match than it felt at any point during the match. Arsenal looked great most of the time, but Crystal Palace put together far too many solid moments for comfort. But 3 points are in the bag.
Mesut Özil was man of the match, with a 98% pass completion rate. Only one pass he attempted Read More »
A subversive and unwelcome effort toward world peace
Let’s talk about Fantasy Football.
This post relies heavily on my son, currently a bit of a fantasy football obsessive. He’s tried to get me to participate, but I feel quite strongly that I have as much obsession in my life as I can safely handle. And there’s one other reason I want no part.Read More »
Gooner supper club
During the 2010 World Cup, I tried something with my family that was, ok, a bit ridiculous. Once the competition went to the knockout rounds, weekend play only, I tried to make a signature dish for dinner from the homeland of each team in the competition that day. This was quite complicated when there was more than one game in a day or Read More »
Cats must also fail.
My husband reads The New Yorker for the articles. I read it for the cartoons. More accurately, my husband shows me the cartoons he knows I’ll find amusing.
I have trouble remembering the 10 Commandments, lyrics of songs, people’s names, Shakespeare plays. But I have a permanent memory of a New Yorker Leo Cullum cartoon that I probably first saw more than 20 years ago. Read More »
And in my stocking, a giant lump of coal
This post marks the welcome end to my Christmas metaphor.
Santi and the lads brought WholeArsed fans a giant lump of coal for Christmas. I’m sure that our WholeChelsed and WholeLiverpooled and WholeManUed counterparts were quite delighted to watch us pull it out of our stocking.Read More »
The truth about Christmas
I do love Christmas, but I sometimes find that the reality doesn’t quite live up to the anticipation. When I was a kid this was especially true. I’d get up on Christmas morning after weeks of anticipation and wait impatiently until the allowed parental wake-up time, at which time I would join my four siblings in the world’s fastest ripping off of wrapping paper.
Just like that, it was over. And the letdown permeated the rest of the Read More »
It’s Christmas tomorrow!
That is all.
Fleet Street Pub preview
Although I’d looked at arsenal.com probably hundreds of times in the past half dozen years, I’d never before noticed a section devoted to Arsenal supporters clubs worldwide. A few weeks ago, I came upon this and discovered Read More »
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