I just stared, slack-jawed. Then I swigged the dregs from my can of Holsten, walked into to the hallway, and drop-kicked the empty can the length of the hallway with a resounding "F*CK". It clattered (satisfyingly) into the front door, which set the Doris off upstairs. "What was THAT ?? What you DOING ??"
I retreated to my armchair, and massaged my forehead for a while.
I instantly switched the TV off, put my shoes on and walked out the house before shouting **** very loudly. It was that or drop kicking the telly.
Watched 3 episodes of Titans on Netflix before I could go to bed. Called Jamie Carragher a scouse **** when I got sky sports for a few seconds when the TV went back on