Sorry lads, I didnt want to let Frew on, I really didnt, but it was the only way to get him to agree to give me my hub caps back.

Ah, the old ones are the best.

Last night was, shamefully, the first time I can remember leaving a pub during a match. I went at half time, deciding that I didnt want to waste any more of my life watching that pathetic excuse for football. So I went home, and ate a sandwich, containing Ham, lettuce, and Pickle. It was nice, actually.