That is, the boys (or rather the players, since I always endeavour to be fair and the casual referring to of adult women as ‘girls’ gives me the fucking rage) of Scarborough Athletic FC, whose first home game in Scarborough in ten years or so finally happened on the 15th of July – yay! The huge free T-shirts and superior…

I don’t write much about work here. Not because it’s so incredibly dull or (conversely) incredibly exciting, but because like most people I spend enough of my time doing my job for it not to be a terribly interesting prospect to spend any part of the remaining time thinking about it, and that includes things to write about it. Adults…