Sat in the stands (sic) in my cheap plastic seat, Eden Hazard in his prime appeared at least to me A little smiling faced kid, having unfathomable fun That he chose to turn down a shed (sic) load o’ dough To put on a show in empty stadia, where few punters go? Says a lot […]

Peeling spuds, washing glasses Using knives n forks, serviettes and plates With us…t’was greasy mitts in a chicken box, Blue shirt proclaiming; “Gian-Franco Zola. God!” Quaffing Stella by a mega aqueous telly with his mates. Then this right blinding sort moved in Inspired an immediate change in him Why… he even pressed the whistle worn […]

Carefree…we’ve finally elected our M.P. But will he turn out be…the absolute db’s? Could be eventually. Though…looks to me Like we’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we? If, or when we get relegated with Man City After what we’ve seen go down at Everton F.C. Likelihood o’ that, looks more than a possibility. […]

Drop o’ rare old mountain dew Silver flask passed twixt a few Helped keep howling cross field chills at bay After mass, hastily assembled over The Scrubs, Cheered on by muckers and close bloods Deemed a proper pukka start to one’s Sunday. These German students, so they say Apparently primed for affray in their play Intended inflicting hurt, right from the off, Angry […]

Picture The Scene. Sloane Street. London. 10-52… An empty sherbet, flagged down by a bald good-looking bloke, Says, clearly desperate to get his derriere up and on the go, “Driver, please take me to The Chelsea Arts Club a.s.a.p. and could you do so on the hurry-up, before closing, please?”, This is very much mission-far-from […]