Sure. Well, at least to the extent that you can bruise someone who's lounging around in his underpants, idly scratching his balls. Sure.
Sorry fella I don’t bet on dead certs, only long shots of 5000-1+ hence me being quids in when Ponce and your team performed the mother of all bottle jobs, the very season you created your downward spiral thread
Thinly sliced, deep fried and readily salted ... and that's why he has become known as Quentin the crisp
Spot on Quents ... that was likely to be your best ever chance of the title ... but you bottled it again... spectacularly ... and you, for one, have been sobbing ever since
I imagine your balls look like two hanging, undercooked, useless chicken drumsticks, with red patches due to all the scratching... you should see your GP homes.
Of course as I'm on ignore you wouldn't have seen the post so I'll assume a rimming friend alerted you to the title of one of your favourite books on your Amazon reading list.
You were clearly penning that whilst either combing your 10 hairs ala Ralph Coates or reading Daniel Levy’s programme notes during the 2015/16 mother of all bottle job seasons and without a slippy”G” of an excuse !
I’m just winding down after a great gig. I would get down to my underpants, but the punters might object, especially if I were to scratch my nuts. It’s hard to be rattled by your sad thread under these circumstances, Pix.
I doubt they'd see your nuts bruv seeing as you don't have any. You brought that thread up Sandy, not that you're still rattled by it in any way