'A Man for all Season', was a short-lived bastard offspring of the eighties, an ad-hoc and very occasional, limited print-run, football travels/ground-hopping/music journal/fanzine, that only survived for eight issues.
It was knocked together in a painstakingly fiddly and time-consuming manner, in a decade that pre-dated, by several billion light-years, a time before every household had a computer, or even a mobile phone.
The tome was knocked together in a faithful to tradition, cut and paste (i.e. scissors and pritt-stick), photocopy, fold and staple (rough and ready) fashion, by one I Ewart (anag).
If you should ever wish to revive this prehistoric publishing style, I'll give you two pieces of advice, inasmuch as i) handwritten text, in black or red ink, photocopies brilliantly onto monochrome pages as a solid black, but blue-ink bloomin' well doesn't... and unless you enjoy having to do things twice, avoid such a schoolboy error, and ii) reconsider your options, because there are ways and means available to you in this modern and 'new normal' world, that entail far less buggering about, save a whole load of time and produce much better looking results... although, that said, I've seen quite a few latter day journals that are all about style and-slick looking presentation, but are severely lacking in substance.
The title to that prototype issue had been fashioned out of individual cut-out and glued on letters, taken from various newspapers and magazines, such basic layout techniques were all the range back then... unbeknown to me, the second letter O had fallen off before thirty double-sided photocopies of the covers had been run-off, and at 6p a chuck in the Handyman's Shop (it stood where Aldi's car-park is now), I wasn't going to get them done again... so a black felt-tip was used to scribble in the missing letter onto all thirty copies.
"Pritt-stick... the none sticky, sticky stuff" the advertising jargon song claimed... and they weren't bloody wrong there then!
Lots of people spoke enthusiastically about getting involved with the fledgling and prototype 'zine dedicated to our fledgling crop of regional bands and those that visited our local venue (that was a regular stop-off point on the national gig circuit back in the day), but I'm still waiting for them to get back to me, vis. their initial offers to provide input... and four decades later on, the: "I've done it mate, it's in the post!" type alibis are starting to wear a bit thin by now and I'm reluctantly going to have to concede that you were all of telling fibs.
AMFAS was a DIY project or to be blunt, actually more of a Do It Your-effing-Self job throughout it's sporadic existence.
The lighting rigs would no longer be required at the River Lane ground... and subsequently the towers were dismantled and the ground fell into a sorry state of disrepair.
Retford Town's ground stood on land that had been donated to the town by the Denman family, to be exclusively used for the purposes of sporting and recreation for a period of at least 99 years.
Money talks... in hushed tones at times it would seem, but generally speaking, it usually have the final say. And regardless of what might come to light, the 'new road' (Arlington Way) and 'big shop' (Morrisons) are both here to stay, but Retford Town FC aren't ever coming back.
Football, Rugby League and an ever increasing network of bands, venues and promoters, many of whom have since vanished into the realms of oblivion; provided a plethora of opportunity, but the tome was still a solo mission, sans any need for any editorial deadlines, nor having to write about subject matter I had little or no interest in whatsoever.
I adhered to one rule and one rule alone... if it ever stopped being fun, or the inclination ever ran dry, then it would be time to pack it all in. Hence, it came to pass, that AMFAS vanished off of the face of the earth... and though there were a few tentative enquiries from people who'd picked up ex-gratis copies from pubs and venues across the circumference of my random trajectory of travel... the event barely registered on the Richter scale.
Subsequently, material pertaining to the 'Livi Punks' (a mob from Livingston, who were infamous for football hooliganism at Hearts games and included Wattie Buchan out of the Exploited among their number), Goodbye Mr Mackenzie (their keyboard player at the time was one Shirley Manson who later found fame as the lead singer in Garbage), interviews with Keith Edwards (then at Hull City) and journeyman footballer Nicky Platnauer (a few years after he'd left Birmingham City but a good while before he joined Mansfield Town) and part-one of a guide to travelling to non-league grounds in the Midlands by public transport; all ended up on the cutting room floor, along with a pile of other articles that still needed to be laid out properly, and were destroyed, just in case I changed my mind at and decided to resurrect the fanzine... which I very nearly did, but only the cover survived (see below). A Man For All Season was later coined as the name for a football blog I launched ,that pre-dated the one you're reading now by almost years... but that's a long-winded, self-indulgent, bullshit blog tale, with added football content, for another day.
The timeline of A Man For All Season (papyrus edition) was always, and will always be a little vague (I blame the excessive exposure to Tippex fumes, a potent substance which with hindsight probably killed off a lot of my brain cells and was very addictive) and as each and every issue had both retrospective recollection and memoir type content as well as references to current events, I wouldn't be able to date with very much accuracy which issues were printed at any specific time, though the last one was definitely put together in 1989, issue three appeared in June 1986 (there was a forthcoming gigs in Sheffield article inside it) and AMFAS 2 had a write-up about the Rolling Stones show at Roundhay Park in Leeds circa 1982 from the previous year. A group of us had decided that though we weren't massive Stones fans, it might be a good idea to see them in action before they split-up. Little did we know that Jagger & Co. would still be strutting their stuff and defying cryogenic suspension when we were all in our mid to late fifties thirty eight years after the event.
Further content from A Man For All Season (and other publications that I've had a hand in putting together) will/might/won't* find it's way onto THE66POW in due course... but just what that might entail and when it will be, remains to be seen... and in a couple of cases would depend on how mischievous, treacherous or peeved I could be feeling at any given time.
Sleep with one eye open if you've concerned about being retrospectively exposed for any hitherto forgotten about misdemeanours that you might harbor fears about ever re-surfacing in the public domain anytime soon ;-)
Links to retrospective articles from this blog are currently appearing on my Twitter feed @THE66POW (thanks for the retweets y'all!) and the subsequent viewing figures seem to indicate that although nostalgia ain't what it used to be, there are a quite a few people out there at this current time, who've got a lot of spare time on their hands and must be desperate, really desperate for something (AKA absolutely anything) football related to read.