Month: January 2005

“There is a new post-feminist plague afflicting single women and his name is Whimpster…”

…Neal F., of my soccer team, who always whines about me never mentioning him here. So here you go, Neal, you Liverpudlian goon you.

(For the 99.998 per cent of Newley.com readers who don’t know Scouser Neal, you can find a photo of him–on the right, recently receiving the team’s dubious “Golden Leg” for the most effeminate performance in a game–here.)

…is Preshrunk, which chronicles its owner’s “fascination with t-shirts and hoodies.”