homer
Well-Known Member
No, not the type you get at a massage parlour run by nuns
It's the blessed joy and liberty I felt at the weekend because I was forced by Mrs Homer to go to a wedding all day instead of going to watch the usual Saturday shower of shite
I got absolutely hammered, got some good tucker down me, and boogied on down into the night. My trusty pocket radio was at hand, but even that was switched off when the alcohol started to kick in - I knew what the result would be after 45 mins anyway.
Result is I'm not as bitter twisted and angry this morning as I usually am. There's no pain and resentment to get out of my system, no dark thoughts of revenge for making me watch another load of heartless toss and ineptitude, no scarily high BP to send me to an early grave.
Sadly the pay off for attending said do was a weekend pass to London next week, which means I can't escape the QPR game
No wonder people stay away from games with this moron in charge of the team...........
It's the blessed joy and liberty I felt at the weekend because I was forced by Mrs Homer to go to a wedding all day instead of going to watch the usual Saturday shower of shite
I got absolutely hammered, got some good tucker down me, and boogied on down into the night. My trusty pocket radio was at hand, but even that was switched off when the alcohol started to kick in - I knew what the result would be after 45 mins anyway.
Result is I'm not as bitter twisted and angry this morning as I usually am. There's no pain and resentment to get out of my system, no dark thoughts of revenge for making me watch another load of heartless toss and ineptitude, no scarily high BP to send me to an early grave.
Sadly the pay off for attending said do was a weekend pass to London next week, which means I can't escape the QPR game
No wonder people stay away from games with this moron in charge of the team...........
