Easy 10
Brain dead MUG SHEEP
I'm feeling rather pleased with myself.
I've decided to take the afternoon off work on Wednesday and go and play golf, as a pleasant little prelude to the Albion match. Absolutely no need for the missus to know, as I always go straight from the Office to the Long Man for a couple of pre-match beers prior to an evening match anyway. As far as she's concerned, I'll be at work all day, and then straight to the football as normal. I COULD tell her I'm playing golf, but she might moan about money and/or wasting my holiday. And then there's always the lurking peril that I'll get dragged along to B&Q, or something equally hideous, immediately before or after the golf.
No, its best all round this way. I'll sneak the clubs into the boot of my car. I can leave the office at 12.30, get a good 2 or 3 hours golf in, then maybe a pub meal of some description with the newspaper of my choice, and then I'm all set and ready for that thrilling 3-0 win over a disinterested Tranmere. Marvellous scenes. Roll in at about 10.30pm and tell her about (some parts) of my day. What she don't know won't hurt her. Sorted. And before you ask, no, she NEVER comes on to NSC (ever), so I am smugly safe in the knowledge that she will never catch wind of my harmless little ruse. Everyones happy. A "victimless crime" if you like.
Is anyone else a little bit devious sometimes ?
I've decided to take the afternoon off work on Wednesday and go and play golf, as a pleasant little prelude to the Albion match. Absolutely no need for the missus to know, as I always go straight from the Office to the Long Man for a couple of pre-match beers prior to an evening match anyway. As far as she's concerned, I'll be at work all day, and then straight to the football as normal. I COULD tell her I'm playing golf, but she might moan about money and/or wasting my holiday. And then there's always the lurking peril that I'll get dragged along to B&Q, or something equally hideous, immediately before or after the golf.
No, its best all round this way. I'll sneak the clubs into the boot of my car. I can leave the office at 12.30, get a good 2 or 3 hours golf in, then maybe a pub meal of some description with the newspaper of my choice, and then I'm all set and ready for that thrilling 3-0 win over a disinterested Tranmere. Marvellous scenes. Roll in at about 10.30pm and tell her about (some parts) of my day. What she don't know won't hurt her. Sorted. And before you ask, no, she NEVER comes on to NSC (ever), so I am smugly safe in the knowledge that she will never catch wind of my harmless little ruse. Everyones happy. A "victimless crime" if you like.
Is anyone else a little bit devious sometimes ?