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Chelsea v. Wigan Recap: Farewell, My Lovely

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Some things go wrong for all the wrong reasons.

I’d been to West London, East London, and everywhere in between. I’d even taken a trip up North, but this old Scotsman business dealings had failed to crystallize. My redheaded client and I, braced against a wall, dared not peek out the window. The recent gunshots rang in my ear and the blood on the floor and walls was not exactly inviting. I knew it was coming to an end. I knew the job had been a set-up. My professional curiosity waned as instinct took-over: how do I get out of this mess? Continue reading “Chelsea v. Wigan Recap: Farewell, My Lovely” »

Recap: Arsenal v. United – The Big Sleep

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London was the kind of town you could live in your whole life and never call home. London smiles at you like a mother but only loves you like a mistress. You only got into trouble when you confused the two, and you couldn’t help but confuse the two.

So at this redhead’s insistence I’d followed her ex(?) husband, this Glasgow Shipping magnate, from Merseyside to West London to the Piccadilly stop. Given his acquaintances and enemies, I’d deduced he may be in shipping, but not of the legal variety. But who was I to  pass judgment? What bugged me was my client’s own motives. She sent a check a week that didn’t bounce, but what was in it for her? I didn’t see jealousy. This was one of those aristocratic marriages of convenience – she went from daddy’s checkbook to the next available bank account. Only a slight difference in age.

So what was I to do? Well, spy on my own client, that’s what. But first I had to nose around the old Highbury haunts and see an old friend.

First, for the sake of sanity, I gathered my thoughts and recalled how I got to where I was. I had followed the Scot and his lanky boys, one of’ em  “Vandy”, to a bar in Merseyside which ended in a brawl with some clowns. I recall a big Blondie doing most of the damage. The Scot also had a young dame at his arm in a stunning red dress. Continue reading “Recap: Arsenal v. United – The Big Sleep” »

Recap: Chelsea v. Arsenal – A Maltese Falcon

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Hello Dollface

The doll came off as needy, hysterical, and a compulsive liar. But I’d always been a sucker for dark haired dames.

She had certainly selected a trendy enough spot, if you ignored the closed storefronts, that is. I felt like I was in a developer’s dream, but a banker had shaken him awake once the finances dried up. The still construction cranes  loomed ominously, waiting to either work or slowly descend piece-by-piece. The high-rise condos, with their open, vacant windows, had plenty light but very little light. She was in a drinking mood, not a talking one. By coincidence, so was I. Continue reading “Recap: Chelsea v. Arsenal – A Maltese Falcon” »

Recap: Chelsea v. United – The Thin Man

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It was one of those soggy afternoons when bourbon and Coltrane blended into one sweet beat.

I´d been to West London once before and never cared to return. The night of my only visit, I´d gotten lost out of my mind in North Kensington looking for the West London Hospital after a buddy had got shot. By the time I arrived, a sheet covered his face. It was not a land of fond memories. Continue reading “Recap: Chelsea v. United – The Thin Man” »

Recap: Liverpool v. United – A Red Harvest

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The dame wore red.

I sat at my desk, sorting through collections bills, light bills, water bills, and every kind of bill but the kind I like to see – green. It was one of those days you would throw away if the trashcan was big enough. But it wasn´t. And I didn´t.

And then she appeared, a shallow shadow of her former beauty. The burnt red hair had faded and showed shades of gray hidden by dollar store cosmetics. Her smile charmed, if you could get over the yellow stains from a lifetime of smoking and a half-assed bleach job. But who was I to say no to a client. Continue reading “Recap: Liverpool v. United – A Red Harvest” »