The recent media interest in the possible
loss of digitalized memories, whether textual or visual, and the forthcoming
publication of Lewis Dartnell’s book, The
Knowledge: How to Rebuild our World After an Apocalypse did make me think a
bit ... (What will happen to all this memorialization that lies in the laps of
the website providers, rather than in our diaries, scrapbooks or photograph
albums? We can’t keep it in the attic.) But his piece in the Guardian on
February 17th reminded me of something I had forgotten about
Stroud’s recent history: to wit, the British Library’s archiving of selected
websites.
One of these websites includes www.footballpoets.org Now, this is
something that fills me with pride, and I thought a short piece about how this prestigious
archiving came about might be a half decent idea. How did a website cobbled
together on the never-never achieve this accolade?
Dennis Gould takes the credit
first. It must have been back in November 1995 when I was full of woe in the
Duke of York, as I lamented to Dennis that a knee injury had just put paid to
my football playing days. He told me to stop moaning and told me to write about
the game instead and showed me some of his booklets of football poems. That got
me going – and friends duly joined in. We performed in pubs around and in
Stroud; Trish had Stroud Football tee shirts produced (now collectors’ items)
and within a year, we were performing at literature festivals and so on.
We caught the Nick Hornby
zeitgeist, but with a fanzine style left wing anti-Murdoch anti-Sky
anti-capitalist ‘People’s Game’ nostalgia, together with a practical
collectivist approach to writing and performing, as well as a political and cultural
determination to re-appropriate the myth of Englishness from the Right. We were there at the beginning of Kick it Out.
Appearances for Philosophy
Football followed at the Festival Hall for Euro ’96 and the 1998 World Cup. We
established – much to our surprise and without any deliberate effort – a
national media profile. This included, of course, the media frenzy about my dog
Basil almost getting the England manager’s job.
All this was under the name of
the Stroud Football Poets. But www.footballpoets.org
owes its birth to Dave Cockcroft and a meeting with me at the Golden Fleece.
Dave gave a lot of his time to establish the website, and as I wandered off
into writing No Pasaran! and radio
ballad style productions about the history of the Co-op and the life of WH
Davies and so on, so Crispin Thomas took over the reins of www.footballpoets.org Crispin deserves the plaudits, alongside Dave,
for the longevity of the website, alongside its idiosyncratic brilliance, as
well as its archiving as a website which tells a story about British culture in
the late 20th and early 21st centuries.
Well done Dave and
Crispin; well done Dennis Gould.
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