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Boston Utd 0 Morecambe 4

  Sat 1st November 2025

Didn't get the job.

Therefore, I had to attend another DWP appointment, forty-five minutes of tugging my forelock before my masters at the dole. My smooth talk, a loaf of lies speckled with the odd grain of truth, means I've been granted a further extension of my bail until January. How I wish I could reproduce that sleekit style in job interviews.

But I can't live on what they're allowing me. I've applied to join a cleaning agency, working in people's houses and airbnbs. I have no taste for it, but gaining conventional work is so long-winded a process.


To Boston, where the Shrimps (Morecambe FC) were away on a Tuesday night. I'm still milking the rail pass I should have handed in when I left Transport that Fails, before it expires at the end of the year.

There are a great many East Europeans living there. The men walk round in purple outfits that are half-tracksuit, half-pyjamas. A pint in a normal pub, where some old fellows were playing cribbage, was 2.95; in Wethers it was a pound less than that.

The Boston fans were friendly; some of them walked me to my airbnb, waited while I checked in, taking me back to the pub for a pint before we caught the bus to the ground. We won, a barely believable 4-0, a result which propels us to second from bottom. Afterwards, in the same pub, two enormous pizzas turned up, which were divvied up between the customers.

A few days later I was surprised to appear photographed in an article about Morecambe in the Daily Mail. Their reporter had been amongst us, making up one of the forty-eight who travelled to the game.


I woke up with a start last night. There was a strange sound coming from my living room, like some giant gurgling fish. I realised it was the homebrew I started last night. If it works I'll have five gallons of ale for about 40p per pint.

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6 comments

Comment from: monkey man [Visitor]

30 litres of cider on the go & another 50 kg of apples awaiting a similar fate. It’s a crazy year.

Sun 2nd November 2025 @ 14:14 Reply to this comment
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

Thanks, I’ll be round Thursday night then.

Mon 3rd November 2025 @ 10:01 Reply to this comment
Comment from: 63mago [Visitor]

You wear glasses ?

Homebrew ? Well … whatever keeps yer engine running, but - seriously ? I know that a certain brew is produced in jail from bread, I doubt there’s yeast in it. But this plastic barrel looks not too promising to me. More like a self help kit from Dignitas.

Fri 7th November 2025 @ 21:15 Reply to this comment
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

Ha ha :) – well if ever I end up there, I’ll certainly expect a few pints of ale before I move on.

Yes, I am at the bespectabled age.

I’ve done homebrew before – if you get it right (and it’s not difficult with kits), it can be pretty decent. My friend made a chocolate stout once which was one of the finest beers I’ve ever tasted.

Tue 11th November 2025 @ 14:26 Reply to this comment
Comment from: kono [Visitor]

Mighty Morecambe FC!! I love it!! away days are fine things especially when the club triumphs :)

Good old homebrew… a bit like that mushroom tea i make i reckon;)

Sat 22nd November 2025 @ 13:15 Reply to this comment
Comment from: [Member]

Not just you… we English do enjoy a cuppa!

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