Well here we are only 3 weeks after 'Transfer Deadline Day'... And yet again getting grief from the missus for having SkySports on 24/7.?!? As much as I am fed up with our current predicament and feel let down again.. Should we spare a thought for the poor women who have to put up with our incessant depression and mood swings? My missus thinks we should all receive therapy.. Is she right??
She thought I'd calm down after the transfer window. No such luck. It's The 40th anniversary of Wigan Casino this weekend and there's northern soul events all over the north. I've booked a little hotel in Whitby and I'm treating her to a night of dancing to the best music in the world in a fantastic ballroom. Love her to bits and she's definitely long suffering when it come to my mistress safc.
Mate..I have the Samartians on speed dial. When Take That broke up, there was a help line for all their fans who were grief stricken..as Sunderland supporters we should have had one of these years ago..this club really does put its fans through the mill.
It wasn't Prince Charles' fault that he was born into the royal family just as it wasn't my fault that I was born in Sunderland General Hospital one Friday lunch time. His misfortune is great but mine's greater. I left Sunderland when I was 10 but that accident of birth has made it inevitable that I would turn into a grumpy old man, particularly on Saturdays. I wonder if my dad taking me to Roker Park all those yeas ago was not some form of child abuse.
Tell her to **** of down the shop, and get some cans in, once she has returned, hoy her some money to gan and get a tan or her nails done, and leave you in peace. If that fails, tell her you have a hard on, she'll soon off out sharpish.
I tell you lads I'm at breaking point.............apologies if posts are a bit snappy but when you have a lot of hope invested in a new manager(any new manager) and they go tits up the rollercoaster ride downwards is not very nice. A lot of people stating the bleeding obvious and to be frank I just do not want to hear at the minute, nor can I be arsed with the "I told you so" lot, not something I do or appreciate others doing - its a bit childish and base. Up in Edinburgh I'm taking my leave for few days, perhaps browse but no more, I'm too raw.
My therapy comes from a small consultancy in Scotland mate it's called Glenmorangie. There is also a sister therapist in England called the Wytchwood brewery which brews fine therapy in the shape of Hobgoblin. Happy days lads.
My lasses favorite tipple HobGob, she loves all the ale from that brewery. Scarecrow, Wychcraft, Goliath. Loves them all. She's a real ale lover. She's only 21 not 55
