Welcome to the Water Cooler

Who are we kidding? This is The Offside’s microblog with macroblog capabilities, possibilities and probabilities; like Twitter, but we’re not ashamed to use it. And without the ridiculous little @ sign before everything so as to confuse the technologically oblivious. Or character limits. Or Darren Bent.

…alright, maybe Darren Bent.

Here at The Offside’s virtual world headquarters – located inside Giselle’s knickers drawer for the most curious of George’s amongst us – lots of stuff goes down behind the scenes. Some good, some bad, some very ugly. Most of the good involves the footballers, the bad our peskily inefficient spellcheckers and the ugly our inboxes (very, very ugly).

With overstuffed inboxes, bulging RSS readers, rampant thoughts, conversations and whims escaping into the thin air, we – Laurie, Daryl and myself – need an unfiltered bin in which to dump it all. This is that bin of flotsam, jetsam, the occasional hodge podge and unfinished Starburst.

Come grab a cup and join the jostle for water cooler supremacy.

And we promise to never tell you what we’re listening to at a given moment.

…alright, Handel.

* - We are not actually for sale. My soul, however, is an entirely different question within a certain ballpark.

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