That’s what it says on the front of my king-size packet of Willards THINGZ.
Apparently those of us who live in Avondale stay in the Wrongdale, cos from what I saw on Friday night, life in Borrowdale is good.
…when you wish you were having fun, and you think you’re not, but you actually are. Cryptic? Read on, be educated.
The dirty sneak. He had to be there, long legs and all, parked in the penalty box to tap in Gerrard’s shot. fecking Peter Crouch.
So I went clubbing Saturday night, to be more accurate I went to a club and spent like 9tenths of the night sitting down. I knew there was a reason that those dancing shoes had been retired from active public service.
…of Southern Africa. Friday was quiet – sort of like the calm before the storm.
It’s been a while, my first world computer seems unwilling to host third world websites.
Not just lyrics to a Carole King song anymore, because I have just felt my first earthquake. Earthquakes are not nice.
Unbelievable week we’ve had, sports fans! Can you handle Liverpool winning two games in a row?
Great weekend all round, but shock! horror! no booze involved, not even a single green! I must say being broke is the best thing that ever happened to me.
How long before Rafa Benitez tells the world it was all a big joke, laughs heartily and consigns that lumbering idiot to the reserves where he belongs?
So there’s another week gone by, zooming past with the speed of three dogs (spidhi yembwa nhatu). What did I accomplish? F-all, really.