Portrait of the Young Man as an Artist |
So, after a year of being involved with the mighty LeftLion, 10 months as Sports Editor (my trial period hasn’t been officially terminated), the editor,
Scott Oliver, Sports
Editor
Born in the World capital of darts, Stoke-on-Trent, Scott came here to study Spanish twenty years ago, only returning to Staffs on summer weekends to play cricket, usually after a night of throwing improbable shapes at the Marcus Garvey or Sky Club, The proud holder of a recently completed PhD on Argentine history, using the work of Gilles Deleuze (one of his two heroes – the other being Jeffrey Lebowski), the things Scott likes most about Notts are its deep house musical heritage and the Forest 'Rec. A writer of two blogs – false9.blogspot.co.uk for football and reversesweeper.blogspot.co.uk for cricket – Scott has also written about kicky-bladder for The Blizzard and clonky-cork for Spin. Despite playing against over fifty international cricketers, his greatest sporting moment remains the 160 checkout he fired in at The Priory on Derby Road before it became a Toby Inn.
The Lord of the Nish has accepted me. I have arrived.
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Born in the World capital of darts, Stoke-on-Trent, Scott came here to study Spanish twenty years ago, only returning to Staffs on summer weekends to play cricket, usually after a night of throwing improbable shapes at the Marcus Garvey or Sky Club, The proud holder of a recently completed PhD on Argentine history, using the work of Gilles Deleuze (one of his two heroes – the other being Jeffrey Lebowski), the things Scott likes most about Notts are its deep house musical heritage and the Forest 'Rec. A writer of two blogs – false9.blogspot.co.uk for football and reversesweeper.blogspot.co.uk for cricket – Scott has also written about kicky-bladder for The Blizzard and clonky-cork for Spin. Despite playing against over fifty international cricketers, his greatest sporting moment remains the 160 checkout he fired in at The Priory on Derby Road before it became a Toby Inn.
The Lord of the Nish has accepted me. I have arrived.