Hardly any of the ****ers could be bothered to turn up and boo Craig Shyte. One pissed fat Glaswegian hun shouting "what about them on the other side, what are they gonnae dae withoot us by ra way, but, but". Comedy Gold. You reap what you sow.
I can't understand all the fuss. Firstly some bloke called Craig Shyte is getting a job in Administration which has delighted a group of fans called Celtic (that's soft c) who then laugh uncontrollably at a group of Scotsmen known commonly as the Huns. All I know is that when Dorty Mag ventures north of the border, neither the Celts nor the Huns have the red mist syndrome except when they encounter one another. Weird.
Watched it last night, the manager is becoming more and more like Basil every episode. If only he would completely lose it and slap someone
Where's yer ****ing billion pounds ya prick? [video=youtube;PIjgyHui3A0]http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=PIjgyHui3A0[/video] <Jelly&IceCream>
Was there a cracked crest in any of the papers this morning? I'm doing the conga right now <jellyandicecreamforbrekkie>