Where's Big Tone, Razor and the Merse when you need them.
I saw my first picture of the dago on the touchline on Arseblog today and realised finally that it is no longer my club. The Spetic is welcome to it.
Good to see the Eng cricket and rugby teams making a bid for my full time affections. I suppose I should just really watch the boxing, but given it normally being on at 4am Sunday, I forget it's on. And I don't like watching it on a stream. Boxing needs some "know what I mean, Harry?" to make it properly enjoyable.
Has to be said that young Cipriani is a sad disgrace to our shared alma mater.
This is what happens when you let the oikish offspring of taxi drivers into the school just because they can run around a bit and never mind passing the entrance exams, I’m afraid.
Scum is scum. Leave it in the gutter where it belongs.
One can love the idea of a supranational economic bloc which allows me to travel around the continent as though I was a native without liking every single one of the 400m who live there.
I don't like him cos he replaced AW. He's like Bruce Rioch without the Bergy and Platt bribe for my affections.
Yes, quite a few girls from E’s year switched to the Eltham sixth form. But that’s the thin end of the wedge, isn’t it? Always ends up with females colonising the place.
Must say I’m always spectacularly grateful for my single-sex education.
Why can’t women just be happy with their own schools? Why must they ruin everything?