Saw a grumpy lion with a thorn in its bloody paw so plucked the vicious spike free with a pair of tweezers i always carry in case of emergencies. I thought that would sanctify my existence, put me on the stairway to heaven once i met my physical end, all thanks to the act of kindness. But the lion swallowed me whole, and near here i am now rotting and typing in its swelled and glowing with outsmarting pride gut.
I'll make my way out for the game on Tuesday one way or another. Lion doesn't know i have my mobile with me and can call the Orange trapped in a stomach hotline. I'll have to click a few numbers and prove my identity somehow, but they'll make their way over in time, i'd say, and the lion is now too heavy with me inside to sprint to safety. Now who's smiling.
I'm off to watch the 49ers against the Broncos at Wembley tomorrow (booked months ago), so couldn't do both.
Gutted not to be there!
because I don't frequently go to away games. I prefer not to line the pockets of our competitors.
Odd.
The truth is I'm too lazy to go to away games (and probably subconsciously put off by my first away game being a 7-1 embarrassment v oldham). Not lining the pockets of competitors makes my idleness seem more noble.