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06 February, 2008

We Are Amazing

But don’t just take my word for it. Those learned and perceptive fellows over at Soccerlens have clearly got good taste when it comes to football blogs and in their upcoming 2007 Awards, STT has been nominated for three gongs:

'Best EPL Blog'

'Best Blog Name'

‘Best New Blog’

Although facing reasonable competition is all three categories, STT is confident that with your diligent help, kind reader, we will have enough muscle to take home at least one of these prestigious prizes, if not all three. So please, if you really love us, take a couple of seconds out of your day and follow the above links to cast your vote before polls shut February 18th. We are currently streaking out ahead in the ‘Best New Blog’ category after a couple of days of voting so forget Super Tuesday and the façade of American democracy, this is the only vote you need to think about this week!

The award ceremony itself promises to be a glamorous affair; held at Claridges initially with an after-party at Ministry of Sound going on well into the early hours. Just for turning up on the night you receive a 24 carat gold shin-pad and there’s a raffle to win the chance to have a quick squeeze of Danielle Lloyd’s norks. Hosts on the night include Les Dennis, Henry ‘the Fonz’ Winkler and Ross Kemp, with further appearances promised from such luminaries as David Ginola’s ex-wife, David Batty and Iain Dowie’s brother. We have one spare guest pass going so feel free to state your case now if you feel you’re worthy (i.e. female and fit) enough…although I should warn you that already I’ve had requests from 3/5 of Girls Aloud.

In all seriousness though folks, recognition of this kind is fantastic after just 5 months up and running, but we couldn’t have done it without all of you. So thank you for your continuing support and for spreading the word!

28 November, 2007

STT Centenary

Such is the level of awareness here in the STT editorial office that earlier this week we reached the magical total of 100 posted articles and 6000 site hits, without even realizing it. As Ferris Bueller once said, “life moves pretty fast, if you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

So this then is us honouring you, loyal reader, for all your continued support and ‘street buzz’ that has helped keep our famously unmotivated staff churning out quality product day after day. We just wanted to take this time to pay homage to a couple of relics that encouraged us to start STT way back in August.

It had been an idea that we’d kicked around for a couple of summers, but due to time constraints, apathy and Legend of Zelda addiction, it never came to fruitition. Instead we’d spend the entire football season moaning about how we wished there was a fully-functioning media node that would keep us up to date on WAG scandle and mascot machinations, while also occasionally listing Premier League scores in a non-descript panel on the right hand side of the page.

This year however, burdened with the unpalletable prospect of having to finally find full-time jobs, we decided that enough was enough and STT was officially born with some non-sensical pub scribblings on the back of a Mini Cheddars packet.

The only thing that got us through the tough early weeks of the creative process this year was the amusement provided by latest super-cool interwebz craze LOLCATS, so we came upon the idea of making our own LOLFUTBAWLERS. The first of these was planned as the ‘infamous’ picture of Paul Scholes’ (cough) testicles, an image which I simply failed to believe actually existed. As soon as this was found however (after an Indiana Jones-esque debacle in a Central American temple), it was a sign, and everything seemed to fall into place.

So if Mr Scholes’ nuts was one of the founding pillars of the site, then the others surely have to be the annual society event that is the mascot ‘Football Furlong’ race, and of course the lovely Cheryl Tweedy. Not since Porkys has sexiness meshed in such a complimentary way with amusement. Sprinkle a little bit grated football on top, barbeque for twenty minutes and voila, you have yourselves STT.

In all seriousness though, we could never have predicted this number of visitors to the site, nor the level of praise we’ve received from various parties, so thank you, it has made all our hardwork truly worthwhile. Here’s to another 100!

Keep sniffing x