The world according to Kirkey
I have a mate who adores beer. Not necessarily drinking beer, you understand, but the concept of beer. Their favourite phrase is, “We must go for a beer.” Not “shall we go for a beer next Thursday?” or “I’ll book somewhere”. No, their version exists in a magical dimension somewhere between a promise and a … Read more
Football is, for me at least, a metaphor for life. I’ve spent time in the National League of existence, trudging through those dark, grey afternoons when every result seemed to go against me and the table didn’t make pleasant reading. We’ve all been there. Looking over our shoulder rather than ahead of us. Wondering where … Read more
The essence of genuine football support is not happiness but fluctuation. A proper fan moves endlessly between irrational optimism and profound depression, often within the same ninety minutes (plus additional time). “Fucking Hell” becomes the central philosophical principle, equally applicable to moments of brilliance and disaster. In this way, football teaches life’s deepest lesson: expectation … Read more
Footballing heritage can be divisive, disruptive, even damning. It can split loyalties, ignite arguments, and turn social gatherings into tactical debriefs. Yet every so often — on those rare, magical occasions — something deeper rises to the surface. A single strand that blurs tribal lines and reminds us why this sport continues to hold its … Read more
Having examined worry once before a couple of exhibits from my past catastrophising surfaced to worry me some more … I’ve always been a worrier. A proper, Olympic level fretter. I can remember moments in my youth when I worried because I didn’t have anything to worry about — a sort of anxiety vacuum that … Read more
There’s a moment—right after I’ve signed the paperwork, shaken hands with a man called Gareth who smells faintly of dealership coffee, and slid into the cockpit of my brand new pride and joy—where I genuinely believe I’ve cracked life. The cabin is immaculate. The plastics are unmolested. The carpets are virginal. The smell is so … Read more
I’m generally in a permanent state of bewilderment. On one hand, I’m a member of the human race; on the other, I often don’t quite understand what that membership means, or even whether I’m happy to be a card-carrying participant. If this preamble sounds like nonsense, bear with me – it’s the primary theme of … Read more
Protest has always been stitched into the fabric of British democracy — part of the national character, part of that peculiar blend of pride, prickliness and righteous fury at unfairness. From the Chartists demanding representation, to the Suffragettes refusing to wait politely for equality, to the miners marching for dignity, Brits have never been shy … Read more
The other day, while travelling, I found myself staring at the lanyard hanging from the neck of a fellow passenger. Not in a threatening way, you understand. More in the way bored people develop an unhealthy fascination with things that have absolutely nothing to do with them. I squinted to see the logo. Who did … Read more
A Kirkeytalk enquiry into our impending doom, Moonpig cards, and Huddersfield Town parking logistics. Some commentators insist Artificial Intelligence (AI) is about to sweep across the planet like a digital plague, leaving humanity redundant, purposeless, and possibly extinct. If you’re struggling to imagine this dystopian future, simply revisit James Cameron’s The Terminator — a film … Read more