Mme P: You 'ave been offered anozer job in England? I 'ope it is not in ze south again. Zey are so cold ze people zere. M P: Non, my little pumpkin. 'e is in Leicester, it is the Midlands. (Mme P googles "top ten things to do in Leicester") Mme P: You 'artless batard. I go 'ome to muzzer now. Puel at home as scripted for Allo Allo
On the radio yesterday, fans of huge club Liverpool and gigantic club Everton both predicting their team would be in a relegation battle
Just had a thought that cheered me up this morning. Liverpool have spent about a billion pounds buying various elements of our defence, and yet our defence is still an awful lot better than theirs.
Was there a better night to go to the pub than when United had been beaten; Everton had been thumped; Liverpool defended like a National League side; Lovren was substituted and Saints won with the best goal of the weekend? My local is Red, Blue and Manc Red in that order. The people behind the bar are all Liverpool fans too, so was forced to wear a Saints shirt. Enough to make an old atheist believe in God!
