Instead of listening to or watching football I went bleddy shopping today in a packed town centre full of moronic dead looking people milling about like zombies. I'm not sure I wouldn't have rather watched/listened to Argyle losing again than that. I'm told tomorrow I have to do ironing before I can watch MK Dons v AFC Wimbledon on the tele. I mean come on lads, just how much of a weekend can one woman ruin. My Mum told me I should have binned her years ago and I just didn't listen.
16 pints and a cyanide pill please barwench.