There is no doubt that since Paul Barry took over, things have taken a turn, for the better. That may of course be a fluke, and probably is.

In poker, you realise you win some hands not on maths or judgement but luck. Without building him up too much, in every day life, he has made enough money to buy a football club, however its run.

If thats due to himself or someone else we will never know. Intuition suggests he has a good companion. It wont be because he read Plato or Nietzche.

Surely where you live has an influence, Seattle is a mud hole, we only know it exists is because of Frazier. I think of Seattle as an inferior Cambridge, duller in weather, with Americans, they are all the same. Nice though.

An eccentric englishman is always welcome, or a family like the Borgias. Seattle would be proud of inventing something of use, like a cuckoo clock.

Class is of course unknown in Seattle, very few conservatives live there. How many game keepers are there? How many are openly bourgeois? The queen of Seattle performs in a bar.

There is a break in fixtures, surely doing enough to paper over the cracks of a soon to be broken season. Barry will be weeping soon, and blowing his nose, not into a linen handkerchief, but into a Kleenex, that smears such expectorate across an already unhappy face.

Lincoln and Jez George, he who walked away without the old plod putting a hand on his shoulder to come. Thanks to Barry.

Phil of Dry Drayton.