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One of the joys of this level of football, a joy that detracts somewhat from the actual football itself, is the rapture of proximity. Whatever trials and tribulations the working week throws at you, however painful the boredom of retirement or the frustration of youth, all the rage that you carry can be readily directed at an arbitrary arbiter, or whoever is playing on the wing next to the only stand.
Inspired by the never ending cycle of work and play that takes us from school and delivers us conveniently by the graveyard, Talking Soup shares the stories of everyday life however mundane or extraordinary.
Check out @EilidhGClark, our newest writer. Here's a wee bit of nostalgia for you all. Remember the joy of the mark… https://t.co/rmBXlt4YMU
The bossed asked if I knew how to delete a #sitehistory. Please, I've known that shit since before the days of… https://t.co/0AoSLG0ThG
J'ai laissé mon couer dans le salle de bains. Fuck. Potage parlant. #talkingsoup #writers #callforsubmissions