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Dembele has pissed me off more than any other player this season. Not because he is shite (he isn't) but because he always seems to opt for the single worst option available.
'Okay Mr Dembele, you've used your 50/50 and we have two answers left. Let's go over it one more time: for £1 million, which artist famously sang the hit single 'We Are The Cheeky Girls (Touch My Bum)'? Was it a) The Cheeky Girls or b) Pope Benedict XVI, formerly Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger?' 'Well Jeremy, I think this is a trick question so I am going to go for b)...' 'Fcking really? B? Are you sure?' 'Yes, final answer. B. Pope Benedict XVI'. 'You, sir, are a fcking bellend...'
Obviously, the club isn't going to let on about it but, if true, it clears some headroom at least. Add Frey's potential exit to the mix and things might not be so awkward. I know sod all (NFI rather than ITK) but these things make some sort of sense.
'Never underestimate the predictability of stupidity.' Bullet Tooth Tony, Snatch (2000).
You saw it coming. I saw it coming. There are tribes, as yet undiscovered in the heart of the Amazonian rainforest, who saw it coming. And yet, here we are. Again.
Cheers Clive - they sound like they could use a visit from Charity Park Rangers to help them feel better. Are they aware that Frey might be available for a very reasonable price? 300 Nectar points and the bus fare to Stratford should do it.
You all know my love for Jamaican ska. Two of my all time favourites:
Saw the Skatalites a few years back. Watching Doreen Shafer take the stage nearly reduced me to tears. Life-affirming, glorious moment in an unremittingly shit world.
Swing Easy by the Soul Vendors fronted by the former Skatalite Roland Alphonso. This rhythm is stunning and led directly into the Bluebeat style that was to follow.
Edit: ah, fck it. One more. Watched The Beat live about 4 weeks back. Ranking Jr on vocals. They are a fantastic live outfit. They kicked off with one of my favourite Two Tone tracks:
Silly question alert: if Ronnie passes our stringent medical ('Now, turn your head and cough...'), will he be eligible for the West Ham game? Or does he have to be registered by a specific date / time?
I fully expect to see an upsurge in female attendance and a lot of confused-looking blokes in the Loft struggling to understand these new strange feelings every time Ronnie brings the ball out of defence. Are we happy to see play progressing? Or is it something more? And why didn't it feel this way when balding, scrotum-faced defenders of yesteryear did the same...?
I mean, I get that we can't have nice things and all that, but seriously: who exactly have we pissed off? It's got to be the fcuking Sith or something. Either that or some Lovecraftian eldritch horror that rises to destroy the minds and bodies of anyone in hoops.
He never should have volunteered to chaperone the Australian squadron's wombat mascots. Didn't he know they were our ferrets' natural enemies? It took 9 stout men and a pound of cook's best lard to separate them.
Side bar: those Wednesday fans deserve some sort of medal, this season. Cannot fault their commitment in the worst of circumstances. Admittedly, If it was North Battersea, I'd throw up my own kidneys laughing but it isn't. Hope things get better for them soon.
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