Not that I hold any truck with medieval superstition I am delighted in one news item today.
God is training with Blackpool and may get a game for them on Saturday. Huzzah! Perhaps then my Scousers can swap him for the lazy fat useless Charlie Adam and actually score a goal or too in the run upto another season's Premiership diminuendo.
And in another 'you couldn't make it up' moment, who were those charlies running around with Three Lions on their shirts last night? How can a nation of about three fishermen organise themselves better than the finest slave traders in the world (with the possible exception of the Arabs)?
Brief and disgusted today. I may return with better thoughts.
Happy daffodil day to the western Celts.
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