Jonathan is currently in exile in Manchester although his blood still runs black and white and not that red stuff you'll find in the Manc lads' veins. If you had a letter from him in your letterbox you'd be very happy, because you'd know that once you opened it the laughs would start to spill out like beans from a hamper. All his silent, private rants about Newcastle United, accumulating for decades, have finally found expression and have been getting published regularly in The Mag, making him officially a writer in the finest Dostoevskian/Hamsun-esque sense of the term.
The following features bear Jonathan's insidious imprint: