A pile of night

A pile of night

It’s not the Mudhuts podcast, but it’s all we’ve got. Pie at Night? Pile at Night? Pilot Night? Pilot Light? Pile of S***e?

We don’t know what it is but it’s safe to say there has been a void in our lives in the 8 years since the Mudhuts podcast last hit the streets. There’s strong rumours that it may return soon but here at This Northern Soul we thought it was about time that we jumped back in ourselves with a brand new podcast covering the world of football, music and anything else that takes our fancy.

Firing Bullets – The Wheels on The Bus

Firing Bullets – The Wheels on The Bus

Who doesn’t love a three-all draw? Especially one with a last minute equaliser, eh? Me neither, but whilst we’d probably all prefer ten, exceedingly dull but never in doubt, 1-0 wins to see us to the end of the season that would give us nothing to talk about. That would be a shame given that I’m just getting back into stride with this blogging malarkey.

Anyway, just in case Latics do manage to turn the rest of the season into a borefest, I’d better get on with shooting from the hip, lip, err… keyboard…

Sixy Talk – The wolfman talketh

Sixy Talk – The wolfman talketh

After shambolically failing to find a Peterborough fan to interview last weekend, I’d committed to putting more effort in this week, only to wake up this morning, realising I’d spent most of my week travelling to and from Bristol, getting frustrated at the quality of mobile internet and not bothering to even think about Sixy Talking. 

Firing Bullets – Pish Posh

Firing Bullets – Pish Posh

About as regular as a Northern Rail service from Layton station, I thought it was about time I got off my proverbial and started spouting off at you all on the internet again.  I know you’ve all missed me, maybe.  Ok, maybe not, but with such an exciting ninety minutes on Saturday, there’s plenty to talk about, or at least enough to give it you in six bullets…

Sixy Talk – Your Bury Welcome

Sixy Talk – Your Bury Welcome

It’s that time of the week again, the time where all our careful planning (scrabbling around on Twitter) comes together to give you a view of this week’s game from the North Stand. This week’s victim willing volunteer is James Bentley, author of “The Forgotten Fifteen” a book about Bury’s promotion from the fourth division way back when. Which we’re now convinced is just a trick to make us forget just how old we are.

Sixy Talk – Balti Pies and Bescot Banter

Sixy Talk – Balti Pies and Bescot Banter

We’re a little bit better prepared this week, getting out and about mid-week searching high and low (aka looking on Twitter) for a Walsall fan to talk about this week’s important issues.  And so we found, the aptly named Pete Sadler (@Pistol_PeteS9).  Erstwhile member of the Bescot Banter team.

Bescot Banter ‘launched’ in the summer of 2010, when there were very few active websites dedicated to the Saddlers, and, like us all, they spied an opportunity to share their unqualified opinion with the masses!  Since then they’ve moved on to become a news site, sharing match previews, stats and reports, along with the occasional interview and blog shoehorned in for good measure.

Sixy Talk – The Royle Family

Sixy Talk – The Royle Family

We’re all a bit on the last minute this week and haven’t had time to logically source an Oldham fan to interview.  That was the excuse we got from NRP when we asked him, but we think he might he might have been scared of the reaction he’d get from asking the big “Who’s the real Latics?” question.  So we’ve sent out a roving reporter to find an Oldham fan wandering the streets of Wigan so let’s hand you over to the steps at Wigan Wallgate…

We all agree…

We all agree…

“We all agree, Jeff Stelling is a w…” or at least that seems to be the #wafc meltdown consensus. His crime? Making a joke at expense of our club. The joke? That no matter how much we might protest, no number of FA cup wins is worth swapping trips to Old Trafford for trips to Gresty Road. The punishment? To be placed on the list of people who’ll be lined up at the Rodney Marsh wall, come the revolution, and pelted with sopping wet caseys.

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