Prontaprint. Those were the days. The digital age must have cut truer and cleaner than the sword of Islam. Oh well, they charged the earth, so they didn’t die broke.
He’s a goodie courtesy of Citizen Fatfish and to enter into the spirit of things, the prize isn’t some dreadful book autographed by a footballing legend worth a small fortune on the black market. No, today’s winner gets a snide Royal Wedding mug autographed by me using a permanent marker pen.
If that doesn’t keep entries down, I’m not sure what will. I’m nipping down the shops to score some discounted easter eggs due to superficial damage to their packing.
Prattle will be served at tea time.
Actually Clive looks a bit like he’s steamin’ in. “We took the North Bank, we took the North Bank, we took the North Bank Highbury.
clive stops arsene falling over thinking big joe went to far “doping” the frenchmans drink
clive cleverly styles out the right hook with one of his ballet lesson moves
Joe Jordan: ‘Now loft it up to Crouchy For fucks sakes’
Harry:Im sure theres a lump on one of my knackers !