Author Gary

Halloween’s a tricky one to costume. To stick by the British tradition of ghoulish, the American anything goes approach, or opt for the ‘sexy’ version of ghoulish, which essentially involves a...

You don't even know me/ you say that I'm not living right/ you don't understand me, so why do you judge my life? The issue of Elland Road boycotts has no doubt been playing on many of our minds lately....

I’ve been trying to write something for another publication on the current status of stuff at Leeds, due out in September, deadline mid-July. What I’ve quickly worked out is this challenge is...

We’re not Liverpool. This may sound obvious, but it’s possible we need reminding sometimes. When it comes to the ability to live in the past, we do share traits. But come on, despite our respective...

Our very own shock jock is in rude health. Kenneth can say what he wants and he knows that if it lands him in trouble he can use someone else’s money to batter his way through the legal bit. Those judges...

Let’s be honest – sometimes cracking out the full Dirty Leeds package isn’t very useful. Having watched roughly 187 minutes of goalless drudge from these two sides last season, it was fair to say...

We’re going to finish seventh. No, Dom Matteo’s bet-fishing column in the YEP, suggesting to the gullible that we’re still worth a punt for the playoffs was not outrageously far-fetched - just a...

Adam Clayton grows his hair a bit and becomes a lot more like Scott Parker. Darren O’Dea dons a bandage and becomes a lot like vintage Kisnorbo. Michael Brown sees Neil Warnock and remembers that he used...

This game could be quickly summarised ‘nothing happened; couldn’t really see it anyway’ – no advert for Championship football was this, unless selling it solely on February weather conditions at the...

For this Mangle I’ve been set a challenge by TSS’s good editor: to fulfil his own dream of writing a piece highlighting Ken Bates’ blatant narcissistic personality disorder (NPD) in a not overly-academic...