Delighted I’ve got tomorrow off work like. Nice round of golf in the morning. Something lush from somewhere for my lunch, then back home to get comfy and watch the increasing rage overcome the entirety of RTG as we fail to bring in a striker. If Carling made days…
**** trying to work transfer deadline days like, I take them all off.
Golf hit balls. Cannonball. It’s Cannon. It’s a sign.

