Or maybe that should be Michael Vaughan?? He let the side down he said. Nah, mate just got beat by a better team. Funny how in the space of a few months you can go from being the Cock of the North. It's a funny old game that cricket, ain't it.
So this morning I have been told that my life consists of reality TV and the Sun newspaper. Some good points, but as it was made by the "ONE" Kevin Everest who's life consists of Jenna Jameson dvd's, looking out of his window, the inability to hold a conversation for more than 20 seconds without talking about himself, the eighth best ride in Sweden and the ex-pat community, oh and did I mention looking out of his window ... I think we can file this under the dodo section.
The debate still rages about Tim and the state of British tennis. I'm not too sure if we like winners. We still get off on building them up to knock them off. Poor old Rooney, he'll get his ...
Talking of the Sun, they've done the full page apology to Liverpudlians again. Fifteen years on and they are trying their damnedest to get a foothold back in Scouseland. The piece is all very PC until the end, when they state "It's time to move on." Hmmm, yeah the same way as next time we play the Germans/ or Argentines at footie they won't mention the war.
On a separate note, it would appear no one is leaving comments or using my forum. Oh come on guys/ gals ... give it to me.
My tune of the day: Love will be our guide - Jersey Street
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
The Harbinger of Doom ...
Posted by Ric at 10:03 am
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Cooksley .. not so anonymous ... whoooooosh
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