Garner, McQueen, Attenborough
2016/17 is over. Let’s not call it a happy ending – simply an ending.
For all that’s gone before, and all it might mean for the future, that’s probably enough.
2016/17 is over. Let’s not call it a happy ending – simply an ending.
For all that’s gone before, and all it might mean for the future, that’s probably enough.
Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true, or is it something worse?
An ode.
Two games that didn’t matter. A march and a meeting that absolutely did.
I need a photo-opportunity, I need a shot at redemption, don’t want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon graveyard.
Taking someone to their first Forest game is like introducing your partner to a grandparent. You want humour and stories – you get racism and flatulence.
Life’s tough when you’re working twice as hard, to prove half as much.
“The way to gain a good reputation is to endeavour to be what you desire to appear.”
Everything louder than everything else – the ballad of telling it like it is.
2015 in review: are Forest turning into The Ramones?