Fulham – the new and the old

We spent a very pleasant hour or so the other morning down at Craven Cottage – or at least around the outside of three sides of it as we couldn’t get inside to see the construction work close-up. It really brought it home what Fulham fans have been missing, having spent two years renting the cramped tin shed that is Loftus Road.

Anyway here are some shots of the new construction of the Hammersmith and Putney ends, plus shots of the Stevenage Road stand (the road that passes by the ground) and also some from the Riverside showing the best approach to any football ground in the world, I’d venture.

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Oh, there’s also some iconic graffiti, which despite the gentrification (and that’s an understatement) of the area since the 1980s, lingers on, equating not only a former US president to the Nazi leader, but also deifying Alan Mullery, who started in our youth team in the early 1960s and returned as an inspirational club captain in the mid-1970s, leading us out at the FA Cup Final of 1975.

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Moving Patience.org

I’m in the early stages of moving this website to a new hosting provider and as I’m only intermittently paying attention to stuff, there is a chance that it might go down in the next week so, or that links might not work for a while.

But fear not! If it does go down or crooked, it will be back very soon after. I would say back bigger and better, but let’s just say it wil be back for now and take it from there.

Cheers

Back to the Cottage, Roy of the Rovers-style

This from Fulham‘s website, an artists impression of the view of the new Putney end at Craven Cottage, drawn from the Hammersmith End, in the corner by the River Thames.

It’s all slated to be finished in July in time for the new season in mid-August. This is what it used to look like, roughly.

Still, given the stadium will be all-seater, I’m not sure what these cartoon people are doing standing up or what they’re leaning against, but sure it will become clear soon enough!

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Longboat Key

We were recently on Longboat Key, off the coast of Sarasota, Florida, where we spent some of the time incapacitated and the rest of the time relaxing or swimming!

Anyway, there’s a pretty large crop of pictures of the little man if you click on the picture below of him trying to avoid the limelight for once.

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Sanibel & Captiva Islands

There are some new pictures up from a trip we took to Fort Myers and Sanibel Island area of Florida in January. We were staying at a hotel that overlooks Sanibel Harbor. Anyway the pictures of himself were taken in the grounds of the hotel and at the J.N. “Ding” Darling National Wildlife Refuge.

Some people may know this, but I didn’t, but J.N.Darling was a cartoonist for the Des Moines Register during the 1930s and 40s and also a conservationist. He had a winter home on Captiva Island and was instrumental in securing the land on Sanibel and Captiva that became the refuge. It was named after him in 1978.

Click on the little boy with the telescope, or the pink birds (sorry, I’m no ornithologist. Answers on a postcard, please) for more pictures from there. If you need a login, ask us for one.

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Gregory Isaacs seven inch on my refrigerator

‘You are the quarry,’ Morrissey’s first album since 1997 is coming out May 17 in UK and the following day in the US. Can’t wait, myself.

It is on the relaunched Attack label, now owned by Sanctuary, which also owns the Trojan label, among many others. Attack was originally the home of reggae artsist such as Gregory Isaacs and Family Circle.

Says Mozzer in the appallingly-written press release, “I have a Gregory Isaacs seven inch on my refrigerator.” This from the man who allegedly once said “reggae is vile,” which got him into a lot of hot water in the 1980s, although he now denies he ever said it.

Anyway, first single from the album, “Irish Blood, English Heart” is out March 29.

Franz Ferdinand

I went to see Franz Ferdinand last night, who were pretty darn good, if a little contrived at times (and poorly dressed in the bassist’s case).

But for some odd reason they were slated to come on at 11pm, seemingly to make room in the lineup for one of the most dreadful affairs I have seen grace a New York stage in many a moon. They were called Tight Fit – no, not that Tight Fit – and they were apparently from Brooklyn.

They were four girls, rarely doing anything other than trying to all sing the same notes – occasionally successfully – backed up by a couple of suspicious looking blokes on guitar and bass who obviously thought of themselves as some sort of impresarios. The bass player was introduced as “our founder.”

At one point they announced that this was their second gig, to which Jon retorted, “you mean you’ve done this before?”