To put it in my local dialect, Ah've been away mah holidays, to Italy, and I was thinking how lucky I was to leave there before the W. C. began. Then, I log into my 2nd favourite comic site only to find that all you lot seem to love football. How I could do without all this. I really dislike football - probably because I went to Broomfield for years and years when just a lad - and, as a radio listener, I can't even enjoy that without having my ears polluted by rubbish about "soccer". It's all so boring, both the games and the coverage. I used the abbreviation W. C. as it's short for toilet and as such is suitable to describe this exercise in cynicsm, marketing, unsportsmanlike conduct, big jessies falling down and rolling about in fake agony greetin' for their maws and moanin' to the ref. that, "that big boy hut me and ran away". Anyway, sorry to be such a moaning old sod but that's about the only pleasure I can get from this sad, shallow, shadow of what was once quite a good sport.
As I'm sure many of you will want to put the boot in, all I can say is, "haw, ref., that's no' fair"
I'm off for a long walk followed by reading some decent comics. Hibernation's not an option at this time of year.
