Waving Flags

And the rain came in our butcher’s shop washing the blood out of the bone trays. And we haven’t been saying much recently, just been doing three days a week at the Meat Clinic, devoting the rest of our time to the Meat Cellar in Fife, north of the border.

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The Murder Of Words By The Coward Dave Peters

It’s been a while since the Meat Clinic has opened its doors, but in the lead up to Christmas we’re up to our elbows in guts and bone and nut roast so if the phone keeps ringing leave a message and always change your message by pressing a button, afterwards.

Continue Reading... Comments (1) 07.12.2007. 23:12

No I In Threesome

The news that emerged from the loan mouth of the Wycombe MD on Thursday, namely that Wycombe Wanderers would still lose money even if they managed to pack out Adams Park every week is something that takes a lot of thinking about.

Continue Reading... Comments (1) 27.10.2007. 21:19

Is It Wicked Not To Care?

Oh what a fine day Saturday October 20 was in the many Meat Clinics of Brill Hill and the Gibbon hinterland. First of all Wycombe Wanderers put the recent civil wars and bloodless coups behind them and sped to a 3-0 victory against Grimsby, and secondly the rutting, braying apes of the Rugby World (sic) Cup Nike England team suffered a dreary cup final defeat in Paris.

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New Dawn Fades

You may have noticed the new photo on SMBU, the one with some men holding a scarf in the air like it was a bunman’s kite. Well, these were Finnish men in the pub by Underhill after the Barnet game on the last day of last season, and despite being in what Wikipedia calls “one of the three alpha cities on planet earth”, their diseased Scandinavian minds had forced their shells up the northern line to watch the Bees take on Wycombe. Their skilfully toned wives looked on in disgust.

Continue Reading... Comments (1) 29.09.2007. 22:02

Pace Is The Trick

It is a good thing that Wycombe are at home to Shrewsbury this weekend as an away trip to Shropshire would see a visit to a plastic new ground straight out of the Sixfields catalogue of sigh. No word yet as to whether the Shrews have installed a Frankie & Benny’s in the car park to suck out the remaining 3% of your soul but it can’t be far away. I can already hear the frozen margarita humming up the A5.

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