Guts-Wrenching

Good Evening. Steve Evans is perhaps best described as an ‘interesting character’. He’s certainly not everyone’s cup of tea. But he had The Clumpany choking on a cup of tea* this morning when news broke that the War Chest-Wielding Warbmeister had been well and truly gazumped by the Leeds United manager, who had managed to

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Removed (From Reality)

Good Evening. Another day, another Sevconian grumble about something. From the various petitions, exasperated blogs, protests, and general complaints, I have almost concluded that the Kingdom of Sevconia is under actual siege. You know the kind of thing: walls being assailed by cannon fire etc. The siege hasn’t been on the news. But then again

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Pulled Punches on a Rainy Parade

I’m indebted to James Doleman for his tweets from The Royal Courts of Justice this morning. This morning’s preliminary hearing went much further than anyone had anticipated. I predicted a reverse for Ashley. What I did not expect was for his counsel to throw in the towel. There was a degree of confusion yesterday. The

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Paying a (Dave) King’s Ransom

Good Evening. The Daily Record’s back page certainly grabbed The Clumpany’s attention today. “Swoop”, “Vowed”, “Rip Off”, “Booted Out”, and “Hardball” all appeared in the orgy of hyperbole prompted by Sevco’s entertaining attempts to sign Michael O’Halloran from St Johnstone, which were mentioned in yesterday’s blog. But the Clumpany’s favourite part was the suggestion that The Warbmeister

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