All the fun of the Fylde

A seaside trip to the wonderful Fylde coast is always meant to be this exciting, right?

Some people have a drug addiction. Not me!

A trip to AFC Fylde. The sort of stuff you dream about as a kid.

The game obviously wasn't interesting enough for some!

Time to start blogging...

I've always been told that I should write a book!

Having spent far too many years traveling around the country watching pointless football matches (Inverness Caley Thistle versus Motherwell on a bloody cold evening a couple of years ago is everyone's cup of tea right?), I've finally decided to take the plunge and join the cyber-blogging community.

I've endured the craziness of West Ham vs Millwall, been soaked to the bone at Bishop's Stortford before destroying a brand new carpet three hours later, dodged slippery seagulls excreting their bowels on a midweek night in Aberdeen, and survived a full day in STRANRAER! (as Brain Potter would say).

I can assure you, the latter of those experiences changed my life forever.

My 92 is almost complete, barring one club, and I've only got a handful of grounds north of the border left to visit. I've also visited the same amount of South-West Peninsula League titles as Lance Armstrong has won Tour De France titles.

But what's the fun in saying that and starting a blog? I may as well just visit all these weird, wacky and wonderful places again!