Steve McClaren, eh? What was that all about? My granny could have told the FA FArts 18 months ago that Martin O’Neill was the man for the job – and she’s been dead 20 years. Bloody bozos. Why don’t they resign?
Anyway, I didn’t come here today to talk football. Another day perhaps.
Ready for another JOCKEY SHORT? (See entry for October 31.)
Now, can you believe this – there are still some people who watch I’m A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here.
I have a fabulous idea. People with nothing better to do than watch this inanity should be required to report to their nearest hospital the following morning and help with the cleaning – or join the queue for psychiatric attention. Either way, the nation’s health eventually improves.
It might even do for TV what the FA did for football. That’s right – get rid of Ant and Dec!
Talking about TV reality shows … there’s a book out right now that has some hilarious stuff on the subject.
It’s called, er, something like …. When It Comes To The Crunch. From Huck Books, I believe (www.huckbooks.co.uk).
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