Respec. Innit.
Proof that this blog blossoms purely upon the unhinged content of its troubled/gifted (delete as appropriate) readership was proved in the last competition. I asked you – forgive me – naively suggest you email me your solutions as to the pixelated players and I get not one correct email but every possible comedy trio of random names imaginable.
‘Des O’Conner, Michael Barrymore & Liam Brady’ Aitch. Don’t worry about the tee shirt, just send a shoulder of Tesco Scotch.’
So here is today’s opportunity of a lifetime to win a tee that is actually outselling the Sepp Blagger one. The prize (not that many of you bar stewards care :-p ) is HERE.
What was Bondy saying? What was Scotty saying back? What where the others thinking? Oooh the pissabolities.
” Look I’ve warned you before, Talk like that will start a bloody riot”
For christ sake go and do something with your hair, don’t come on the park looking like that!
Macdonalds is that way, now go get my effin lunch, newboy!
“Look son, we’ve got a bloody good Lewis Hamilton here, and a passable but skinny Mr T. Go back and put on your gingham dress, and don’t come back without Toto. This is a proper Tottenham Fancy Dress Training Day, not one of your crappy West Ham Put-on-a-pair-of-specs-and-a-tache-and-pretend-you’re-Groucho-bloody-Marx jobs.”
Like! Most original… must be worth a rosette, at least, H?! ;)
Class.
ha ha game fucking over !!!!!1 quality
“Black boots? Look around you Scotty they all wear fruity boots, go change!!! Changing rooms are thatta way!”