Good morning, so I've finished my course of antibiotics and I am much improved. If only the wider world had improved with me. If only. If only. Yes yes yes..gloom gloom gloom. Gordon Brown is still fumbling his way through his Premiership - ruining things here, destroying things there and sadly David Cameron is still alive and well.
The country is still bankrupt, the war continues and Christmas approaches with all the promise and good cheer of a kidney stone operation. The weather is cold and unforgiving. Snow today they say. Damned global warming. It's a good job they're having that summit in Copenhagen to address theses balmy temperatures as I'm running out of Cornetto's.
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It arrived on a lorry that had a police escort as it was so big. Rather than a dinky little craft on which I thought I'd be able to whizz about on Farmoor reservoir, it was akin to the kind of thing that carries 200 people across the channel in 25 minutes. The propeller things were like something off the space shuttle.
The absurdity of my purchase made me laugh heartily and this in fact was what woke me up. Indeed I was still laughing hysterically some moments after I had awoken. I do so love to laugh like that, it happens so rarely, but once I was fully awake it suddenly didn't seem quite so funny and I felt a bit of a twat. I then made some tea and tried to think of something else to banish my embarrassment.
Sport now - I'm amused by Wolves' fans complaining about the ten team changes made before last night’s game against Manchester United from the team that beat Tottenham on Saturday. I know that Wolves' fans read my blog so let me just address them directly for a moment.
If we’re honest with ourselves Wolves' people, if we look deep within our souls for the truth, what we find there is that when you bought your tickets for the Manchester United match you bought them because you wanted to watch Manchester United’s players. You wanted to see Wayne Rooney and Ryan Giggs and experience Old Trafford and just have a day out. Your own team's selections were essentially irrelevant.
I know you beat Spurs away, but once you took the lead in that game in the 3rd minute you were hanging on for grim death for the remaining 87 minutes – there was no real chance of Wolves achieving a similar result at Old Trafford.
There were only three of you who traveled to Manchester genuinely believing there was a chance of a Wolves win – and those three people were actually only one person; a schizophrenic from Dudley who, furious at having to fork out over £100 for three tickets for himself just to see the reserves, attacked a lady at the box office and subjected her to a four hour long gang rape.
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Finally, wagers have been minimal recently. I have a placed a long term Trixie on the Chicago Blackhawks to win the Stanley Cup, the Indianapolis Colts to win the Superbowl and Arsenal to win the Premiership. Yeah I said it, I said that shit, Arsenal to win the Premiership. You boy, at the back..stop laughing...I've made worse investments, it's not like I've just bought a hovercraft.
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