In related but unrelated news I just watched an episode of Grey's Anatomy where a surgeon opened someone up with the metal clippy bit from a clipboard.
He'll be installed at Old Trafford before this Christmas and back on the footballing equivalent of the Dole (enormous payouts after being sacked, again) by next Christmas.
I play bass and I'm a basic man.
BBassic.
I thought it was terribly clever when I started using it in various places in my teenage years. Approaching my 40's it's just another indicator of how f***ing dumb I was as a teenager.
Videogames for me. I was never an outdoorsy kid so found my fun indoors with the SNES and then the PlayStation.
Fond memories of playing four player GoldenEye on the N64 with my mates before school, all gangly teenagers crowded around a sodding 14in telly.
And I've now got some tentative plans...
I made it through two episodes., but just barely.
I very nearly turned it off when the only bloke on the train who seems to have a clue about anything and the head of the national security whozits decided to sing a song together over the phone. In the middle of a pretty serious humdinger of a...
This is brilliant. For one, the sheer quality of this shithouse defending is quite something. And that it's winding up Petro FC and all their fans just makes it even better.
Have City fans adopted that European habit of whistling whenever the opposition have the ball?
As if there wasn't enough reason to dislike the wankers, they've gone and done that.
There's something I've been thinking for a while - that at some point, if our run in the Premier League continues for the foreseeable, that we're going to have a generation of fans who have only known this.
The possibility exists for that generation to regularly be guilty of falling into...