Boots of Spanish Leather
If this story about Henry XIII is true, dig him up and give him a game at Eastlands. There's more life in the rotund regal rascal than there is in any of Keegan's back four.Blogger's spell-checker wants me to replace Keegan with Cezanne. Well....any port in a storm. There's also the added bonus of him speaking french - he'll be able to communicate effectively with half the squad immediately.
Have we any other suggestions for Artists managing Football Club? Personally I'd go with Van Gogh for City. Wildly optimistic one minute, deep in despair the next and quite likely to blow his brains out at a moment's notice. Or Toulouse Lautrec? A pygmy attempting to control and order a massive talent?
Apparently Beyonce "gasped in mock horror when a male dancer flashed his Union Jack boxer shorts" during her routine at this evening's Brits. This was, we were told, " - a send-up of the furore in the US caused by Janet Jackson flashing her nipple at the Super Bowl" Radical eh? We've come a long way since the days of Chumbawumba drenching Two Jags and Jarvis Cocker committing outright blasphemy in front of Saint Michael of Neverland.
*Yawn*
Second week of biking to and from work. Tonight was bloody freezing. Tomorrow looks like it's going to be freezing WITH a wind chill. I'll guarantee that wind will be in my face all the way to work and all the way back.
Bugger!
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