The Diary of Captain Canary: Part 6

The Diary of Captain Canary: Part 6

Dear Diary, I haven’t been outside for a month now. The darkness in this room is like the darkness in the depths soul. I’d been down for a while, but this is a new low. It was before a game. Grant was doing the rounds, getting everyone fired up. And I mean everyone, even Brenda the tea lady gets a chest bump and a high five. She makes cracking tea. Anyway he came to me and tried to get me going. I just felt numb. Eventually he gave me a few...

Read More

The Diary of Captain Canary – Part 5

The Diary of Captain Canary – Part 5

Dear Diary, I’m sorry I’ve ignored you. I’d turned a corner. Some people think being a mascot is stupid, they think it’s all flapping your wings and taking bad penalties. I’d learned to ignore them. I trained hard every day, threw myself into my work. I’d learned to cherish the opportunity to walk on the hallowed Carrow Road turf, bringing happiness to young children and entertainment to the masses. Oli Johnson worshipped me for...

Read More

The Diary of Captain Canary, Part 2

The Diary of Captain Canary, Part 2

  Dear Diary, This morning I woke up in the shower and my wings had been shaved. My memory was blank, but from the destruction around me, it looked like Splat had thrown another one of his parties. This isn’t the first time that I’ve been caught up in Splat-inspired carnage, but I will leave those stories for another time. I sat up. My head was pounding to the rhythm of its own drum. Seriously, it was like I had a second heartbeat....

Read More

The Diary of Captain Canary – Part 1

The Diary of Captain Canary – Part 1

Dear Diary, Today I went to walk in the rain but I still couldn’t feel anything. They said it would help, but nothing does. Nothing ever helps. It’s been three long years since she walked out and I think about her every day. All I got was a letter stuck to the fridge. Now I keep it in my wallet. I’m talking about Camilla of course. We were perfect for each other. I’ve told you this story before, diary, but let me tell you again. It was...

Read More