Nowt to do with the article, but . . . Is that Ken Livingstone posing as a vicar, on the right?
As an ex-football fan (Liverpool, if you need to know) who has totally lost interest in the revenue-generation farce that masquerades as the national sport, I was genuinely cheered-up on reading this article in today’s Grauniad.
Footy fans often get bad press, but I would wholeheartedly add my support to these lads and lasses. They are not only supporting their community, but shoving the rigid digit right up the greedy fat cat establishment of the game.
Howay!
Let’s have more of this from other supporters’ groups!
Anyhow, whatever the word is – I have it. I’m struggling here folks; I desperately want to write something that is funny and entertaining for all (me included), but I just can’t.
It’s bloody infuriating!
There’s a whole load of ranting, raving and generally whinging on about the state of things that I could be doing, but right at the moment I don’t think that is what either you or I really need, is it?
Following redundancies on the staff at The Wright-Upham Evening Gazette, we are pleased to announce that the legendary, world-renowned, and often intoxicated astrologer Madame Pizdov has agreed to join us on a temporary basis.
The secret is in how you handle the balls, see.
She has studied her star charts, read the tea leaves and shaken a bag of bones (sorry, ratty, I hope you weren’t too battered and bruised ) in order to provide her predictions for this month’s horrorscope.
Laydees an’ Gennelmen, I give you, the one, the only . . . Madame Pizdov.
