Not a sentence that trips easily off my tongue - as anyone who witnessed my sending-off against Maesglas can testify...
I was planning to do an in praise of Royal Ascot this week, no doubt a thinly-disguised rant about posh twats, masquerading as a paean to the second best week of horse racing in the calendar. However, the racing's given me such a kicking that I can't get the juices flowing, or be bothered.
Which left my "praise" cupboard bare. So, with me haemorrhaging money quicker than BP spilling oil, and the greatest footballers of the planet having been complete gash so far, I was wondering if there was anyone who was visibly doing a good job at the moment, and I have to say the referees have had a damned fine World Cup so far. Only a matter of time before that goes tits up, so I'll get my praise in before one of them starts getting death threats from a thousand brave faceless bloggers.
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About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
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