The Fighting Loamshires

This week Mr Slang settles back into the deep leather armchair in his favourite corner of the club and raises a fourth glass of port to the famous Loamshire regiment, heroes of innumerable imaginary battles... ‘All that remains is the orderly –sergeant’s voice reading orders to the new blood in the ... Read More...

Football’s Real Golden Age?

  James Hamilton, the Dabbler's great sport-theory iconoclast and destroyer of accepted wisdoms, looks at some footballing 'Golden Ages'... I've been following football for thirty years - since the days of Ron Greenwood's England - and one minor consequence of that is that a younger generation now accuse me of having lived through ... Read More...

A Boy in a Tree

Continuing both our season of holiday repeats and this month's nostalgia theme, here's a lovely little Dabbler Country post from Nige, which originally appeared in September 2010... Yesterday, in Holland Park, I saw a boy in a tree. He was sitting contentedly at the top of a decent-sized ornamental maple, while ... Read More...

From Chelsea punks to Hackney hipsters

Dabbler editor Gaw ponders the ever-changing character of parts of London... I'm reading Iain Sinclair's book Hackney: That Red Rose Empire and something said by one of his interviewees seemed to encapsulate the social character of many of those parts of London which suffered in the recent turmoil, areas which are difficult to ... Read More...

Words are meaningless

In this week's music slot we look at how words can get in the way of meaning, even in pop...  We'll be soaked and ruddy, comes for pearly dewdrops drops.. tis the lucky lucky penny penny penny buys the pearly dew drips soaks... I think we'd all agree with that, wouldn't we? There's ... Read More...