Football

Fuck me that was an expensive championship game to go to, to see two teams that I don't support play some footie.

I knew we should have taken the train in the first place. Pre booking for the win.

bloody hell, cornface, count the togan you nicked from tin and you got off the lightest of all!

battery, alternator and three hours waiting for a tow truck in some pus-hole in the middle of nowhere was exactly how i wanted to spend my saturday. although, it was probably lucky i was getting a towtruck home.

Fuck all compared to what it cost me - petrol to go down the M1 and back to pick up your sorry, stranded butts because of Richie's rust-bucket braking down; 3 points for speeding so we got to the game on time; speeding fine; flowers for my mum to apologise for the court summons she came back from holiday to, because I'd 'borrowed' her car and didn't know about the speeding ticket...

And it's fucking WIMPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fuck, talk about bad press...