deslynhamsmoustache1
Well-known member
Are we the bloke dashing down the local Esso just before closing on Christmas Eve desperate for a pressie for the missus, or have we thought "**** it - I can't be arsed any more" and have flaked out on the sofa with a crate of Stella?
And thus guaranteeing no leg over the Christmas table, or in footballing terms no leg up the table.