A year is a long time in football and you can pretty much guarantee the Mr November or December (ok it's June in our case) will have been sold to an arch rival or picked up a career threatening injury by the time their stint on the office wall comes round.
Sorted.
(Too much time on my hands)
As soon as the **** left I put a big black cross through it. Though that wasn't enough so I cut out the judas **** and now have the pleasure of Gary Dicker for 2 months
my 12 year old son spotted it on the calendar in my work office, just stuck a label over him and wrote Palace Scum on it. That's my boy!