So Paddy Got Up - an Arsenal anthology
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Authors: Andrew Mangan
3 – THE ARSENAL: FROM OPEN SEWERS TO OPEN SANDWICHES - Tim Stillman
14 – ARSENAL’S STANDING IN THE MODERN GAME - Stuart Stratford
17 – ON ARSENAL’S FINANCES : A GAME OF TWO HALVES - Kieron O’Connor
20 – STAN KROENKE : INVESTOR TO OWNER IN 5 YEARS - Tim Payton
24 – A NEW ARSENAL: BUILT ON A BELL LANE DYNASTY - Nigel Brown
Arseblog Presents:
SO PADDY GOT UP
Edited by Andrew Mangan
“
Bejesus,’ said Paddy ‘I sang it so well,
I think I’ll get up and I’ll sing it again!’
So Paddy got up and he sang it again,
Over and over and over again.”
Bejesus,’ said Paddy ‘I sang it so well,
I think I’ll get up and I’ll sing it again!’
So Paddy got up and he sang it again,
Over and over and over again.”
(repeat to fade)
Arsenal fans – traditional
To Mrs Blogs, for understanding
First published in 2011 by Portnoy Publishing
1 – Digital edition, Kindle
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ISBN: 978 0 956981 36 3
Cover design: David Rudnick
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LINE UP
1 - In the Beginning –
Andrew Mangan
2 - One Georgie Graham –
Amy Lawrence
3 - The Arsenal: From Open Sewers to Open Sandwiches –
Tim Stillman
4 - Dennis –
Paolo Bandini
5 - Highbury v Emirates –
Jim Haryott
6 - Continued Evolution –
Tom Clark
7 - Herbert Chapman –
Philippe Auclair
8 - What is Arsenal? –
Julian Harris
9 - Let’s Get Digital –
James McNicholas
10 - All Hail the Almost Invincibles –
Chris Harris
11 - Arsenal and Family –
Sian Ranscombe
12 - Arsene Wenger and Tactics –
Michael Cox
13 - Our Private Garden –
Tim Bostelle
14 - Arsenal’s Standing in the Modern Game –
Stuart Stratford
15 - Wembley. Bastard Wembley –
Tim Clark
16 - Behind the 8-Ball –
Tim Barkwill
17 - On Arsenal’s Finances: A Game of Two Halves –
Kieron O’Connor
18 - Supporting Arsenal From Afar –
Leanne Hurley
19 - Strength From Within: From Mee to Graham –
David Faber
20 - Stan Kroekne: Investor to Owner in Five Years –
Tim Payton
21 - Glory Days –
Jake Morris
22 - From Champ to Champignon –
Jonathan Swan
23 - On the Arsenal Beat –
John Cross
24 - A New Arsenal: Built on a Bell Lane Dynasty –
Nigel Brown
25 - Mr F –
Nick Ames
26 - We’re On Our Way –
Andrew Allen
Acknowledgements
1 – IN THE BEGINNING - Andrew Mangan
‘
How do you write a blog every day for 10 years?’
Well, it’s quite simple. You get up every morning. You go to the bathroom, after which you make coffee, you take said coffee to your office upstairs/across the hall/in the back bedroom (location has changed due to various house moves), and you sit down and write it. Depending on seasons/location you work wearing a dressing gown and slippers or shorts and flip-flops (this is what I call the Dublin/Barcelona dichotomy). You do that 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year, for nigh on ten years and it becomes something of a habit; part of your routine. If you wake in the morning with a bladder that needs emptying, soon enough you wake up with a head that needs emptying. Not of piss, thankfully. That would suggest a serious leak or some badly plumbed pipes. But essentially that’s how. You sit, you drink coffee, you scour the morning papers (well, their websites), you flooter around on NewsNow, perhaps a bit of Google News, lately a bit of Twitter, and then you bash it out. Spell check it, still miss a few errors, wait for le correction, and publish. Simple.
‘
Why have you written a blog every day for ten years?’
Well, because I found a subject matter I love, because, as I explained above, my head needs to metaphorically (no Redknappian ‘literally’ here) piss out words, and because I really love doing it. Ok, there are some mornings when I might have taken a drink the night before when I don’t exactly feel full of the joys of spring, but I could count on one hand the amount of times I’ve opened an eye and said ‘Mrs Blogs, there are about 513 things I’d rather do now than write a blog’. And you know me, being a moderate drinker at the best of times, it tends to affect me if I have more than a couple of halves of shandy. Or halves of bottles of Havana Club.
The why, back then, was because it was something new, interesting, exciting and which allowed me to write. The why now, well, I write a blog because that’s what I do. Some people have peculiar talents. Contortionists, for example, who can pick their nose with their toes, or that bloke who was in that freaky circus and discovered that he was able to lift heavy weights which were attached by a hook to his scrotum. Don’t ask me how he discovered this was his talent, but I find it unlikely that Scrotumy Joe had a moment of serendipity when his life’s calling was made clear to him. What I do might not be as niche as those two but after forty years on this earth I’ve realised the thing I’m best at is writing a blog about Arsenal. So that’s why I do it.
‘
Ok, but what made you write a blog about Arsenal in the first place?’
Ah, here’s where it gets interesting. In so much as a condensed version of four years of my life can be interesting. We have to go back in time a bit, to late 1997. At the time I was a DJ, amongst other things. Not a particularly great DJ, I’ll admit, but I could slap together a few hours of bouncy house tunes with only the odd horrendous, beat clashing mix. So, my friend Daragh called.
‘Do you fancy doing a gig this evening?’
‘Well, I was going to sit around connect to this Internet thing with my spanking new 28.8k modem but sure go on then’.
‘Right, I’ll pick you up later. One more thing, you’re from Ibiza’.
‘I am?’
‘Yeah, we sold tickets saying some cool DJ from Ibiza was coming’.
‘Who?’
‘We just made up a name’
‘What name?’
‘Jon ‘The Mixinator’ Jonson’.
‘Ah here …’
‘Seriously’.
‘Fucks sake’.
‘So you’re him’.
‘You’re an awful spoofer, you know’.
‘Pick you up around 9’.
So, I got my records together, thought of something to say when the first person said ‘You know, for a DJ from Ibiza you’re not very tanned, are you?’ and soon we arrived at the venue. A suburban nightclub more used to ‘Sing Hallelujah’ and bottles of Ritz than a load of pilled-up, face the DJ merchants who would stop occasionally to gasp ‘water … water …’ for fear of over-heating and dropping dead.
I should have known the night was going to be bad when I set up the Technics and tried to plug them in. It being 1997, and at that time the height of modernity, the plugs were standard. You know, square pinned. The plug sockets, however, had obviously been installed some time in the late ’50s and accepted only round plugs.
‘I think we might have a small problem here’, I said to Daragh.
‘Have you got any CDs?’ he asked, looking at the two nicely-plugged in CD decks.
‘I think I have a copy of Brothers in Arms at home but that’s not much use to us here’.
