Yesterday Once More
Well, he's disappointed right now but sure he'll be raring to go come a week on Monday. Bollocks Timothy, as I have pointed out deep within my archives, you are a bottler.I must admit though you are a deeply incisive and perceptive interviewee.
Take this gem from today's after-match chat:
"I would liked to have won more matches here"
Erm Tim, didn't you mean to say "I would have liked to have won A match here"
Roll on Wimbledon, this year it clashes with Euro 2004 and no doubt the middle-class twadges that run our venerable institution will decide that Tim takes precedence over a France v Spain semi final or whatever.
Twats
Fucking tennis. Fucking Henman. Fucking BBC. (No, I love it really - I do).
**Bad taste alert**
Here's a headline that is as relevant now as it was 20 years ago:
Reagan's body arrives in capitol.
The President's brain must still be missing then?
I'll get me coat.
When a were a kid, an' it were summer 'olidays, me Gran used to mind me an' Younger Brother while me mam laboured and sweated to supplement me Dad's engineer's pay packet. Dad's hedonistic lifestyle required a decent supply of light ales as you can imagine. In thrall to Wilson's brewery he were. In thrall. But I digress.
Sometimes the sun would shine like blazes all over north west Manchester and us kids would end up hot, dripping and parched.
"Nana we're really hot can we have a drink to cool us down?"
"Course you can. A nice cup of tea, that'll cool you down."
How? How the fuck does a hot cup of tea cool you down?
I know the answer everyone comes out with: "it makes you sweat and that's nature's way of cooling you down."
I know, but before you cool down you have to get hotter to sweat. Thirty minutes later you've finally hyperventilated in the cruel northern heat enough to stabilise.
On top that you stink like fuck. Why not just give us an ice-cool dandelion and burdock instead of crap old wives tales of the refrigerating effects of hot tea?
Well essentially because tea was a lot fuckin' cheaper that's why.
My Dad was nowty, snappy and full of pain today. My Mam bore the brunt and ended up in tears. Eventually the nurses took his catheter out and he seemed a lot better. Mind you, so would I. He may be home tomorrow. Just as well because my Mam fell out of bed last night, in a deep, deep sleep. There was no Dad there to act like gates on a cot you see.
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