Hullo,
Bradley, eh? Bloody mental, that’s what that was. One minute he’s moaning he cant get a game, the next he’s pulling out whilst I’m in Japan. That’s a bit like going to break up with your girlfriend and marrying her instead. Biggest turnaround since Dave Lee turned out not to have a penis and Gingbag started fancying him again. It’s going to be some time ‘til we can trust Burkstar again. But we will. I couldn’t trust those ‘fishy pasties’ I had last night and spent most of today regurgitating. But I gave them a second chance. And now I love them. Mmm.
Enjoy the weekend, look who’s coming over….. – who fancy’s the soccerette???
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