I don’t know if you’re familiar with the workings of the band Pulp. That doesn’t matter so much, to be honest. I am familiar with them; they’re very wry and very Northern (of England). I’ve realised, as the songs Pulp sing tell such stories, it would be easy to extrapolate their lyrics and trace a lot of my footballing history and opinions through their lyrics.
If you fail to see any on the header page of the blog, then this page will operate as a link page to all the PulpGoesToTheFootball posts I write. They’ll (hopefully, though I can’t guarantee) be quite short, hopefully be quite regular and hopefully ring true with at least some of those who read them.
Pulp Goes To The Disco is an album by the band, incidentally, so it makes sense for a feature here to be called PulpGoesToTheFootball.
