The Soup Bowl
The second and final part of Joseph Meehan’s account of dollar day betting at Golden Gate Fields racing track.
‘Dollar Days’ in Golden Gate Fields, California. Lured by the cheap prices I decided it was time to delve into the culturally transcendent world of gambling.
Drunken antics, bingo, Nazi grass and fascist salutes await Laurence as he takes a trip to a Real Betis football away match.
I’ve always wanted to get married and live a gay American dream; a queer version of my parents marriage which is still going on strong.
I have lung cancer, stage 1, prognosis says two-to-five years if I continue to refuse treatment. I’m not lying.
The phoenix has won the cockfight, but now it’s limping around in a heap of blood and feathers. Politics in Lebanon is a hereditary illness.
Trouser-less and here in rural Spain. This is how the “Carnaval” finished for me.
Soup Kitchen Part Two: Three stories from some of the bitterest rivalries in world football, as told by the fans themselves.
I’ve heard it said there’s no getting away from the fact that my wheelchair does make me more eye-catching, especially to those who’ve had a bit too much to drink.
Sometimes I wish I had a normal childhood. One where there is time to play with other kids. When I was born my mum exclaimed joyfully: ‘She is going to be a ballet dancer’.
Ginger Syrians, or ‘Gyrians’ as we know them are not just a curiosity in Aleppo, but a phenomenon. Michael Stark writes about drinking culture in Syria.
Alex Taylor discusses his experiences using london public transport as a wheelchair user
