What in the name of Christ?! I go to London for a week and half the team has turned to poetry to express their feelings on matters!! Something different I guess, although I cant see any of your works ending up in a collection of 'Worlds best Poetry 2003'. Maybe 'The Worst Poetry in the World....Ever!! Part 4.'. Or even 'Fraud: How to spot fake poetry'. Really dont know what the hell I'm going on about now.

You see, you have all been trying to be too conventional, didnt you learn anything at School?! Poetry doesnt have to rhyme...

Choose Blackpool, Choose Sinless, Choose an Essex Boy T-shirt, Choose the Tower, Choose Heavy Drinking, Choose wondering who the f**k you are on a sunday morning, Choose travelling 400 miles, Hungover, to play Vodafone, Choose £10 all-inclusive, Choose the Beach, Choose being run over by a tram (Neil...), Choose watching Smurf start a fight, Choose watching Dave Lewis finish a fight, Choose testing how sick you feel by going on the country's largest rollercoaster, Choose talking to Steve about how he can improve his game,...You get the idea...

(I should point out that, although it appears I have simple copied Irvine Welsh, he actually copied me...)

Oh, Julie, Unlucky the other night. No, seriously. No really. Honestly, you played well. You put up a good fight for a small Nationwide team attempting to survive with the big boys. Keep plugging away in there, there are still 35 games to go before its confirmed...