Well, when it looked as though the country’s artistic elite would let us down with not a line, rhyme, portrait or sculpture to greet the arrival of our.
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The Bi-Polar Express End of Term Report: Class of 2008/09
The scene is the grand hall of St. Chelsea of Stamford Bridge School for Bi-Polar Excellence, somewhere in a leafy suburb in South West London Town. The.
The Bi-Polar Express, nee The Chelsea Planet, nee The Chelsea Times
Are we sitting comfortably folks, or are we crossed legged with the sheer excitement of Saturday’s Big Cup Final? Or is it because you’re all still.
Well folks, here we are again for another edition of The Chelsea Times, which I’m rather inclined to rename The Chelsea Planet simply because it sounds.
Platini, Drogba, the Fourth Estate – Just Who is the Fucking Disgrace?
I often wonder what you can actually see from up on the moral high ground. Asylum seekers eating swans, MP’s rolling around in piles of ill-gotten cash?.
The Chelsea Times: Hammers (W), Barca (D), Cottagers (W), Barca (D), Gunners (W)
Ain’t nostalgia just the best thing ever? Believe me all you youngsters out there, when you hit the... ahem... forties then nostalgia becomes one of the.
Bile; Be Seeing You In All the Old Familiar Places...
A sage once said, “Faced with such immensities, my mind falls back on contemplating the simple.” Well confronted with such immensities, I fall back on.
Chelsea v. Barcelona: All This Useless Beauty
Amidst the hype about tomorrow night’s game, I think I’ve come up with a perfect tactical master plan to foil Pep Guardiola and his oh-so-magnificent.
The Chelsea Weekly Times: Liverpool (W), Bolton (W), Liverpool (D), Arsenal (W)
"Monday, Monday, so good to me Monday, Monday, it was all I hoped it would be." So sang The Mama’s and the Papa’s back in 1966 and as it is today’s.
\"All at sea again...\"* - Liverpool Echoes
After Wednesday’s first leg, as the adrenalin receded, I had a chance to calmly appreciate the night’s events. The residual glow from a performance of.
Bob Quick must be looking at Guus Hiddink and wondering exactly where he went wrong. Britain’s most hapless copper (well, this week’s candidate for the.
A psychic journey through Juventus versus Chelsea, 9 th March 2009 or a more than somewhat bollock-eyed view of Tuesday night’s game, if you prefer. If I.