Evening
Oh. Right. Yeah. Cheers, MNF. You just come into our lives and take over for years, why don’t you? With your Astroturf and your Nike Balls and your Damon bloody Letzer, your delicious Locozade, your posh people and your Simon flamin’ Defriend. We’ll get used to 8pm being a time when we think “ooh, who's on what team?” rather than “ooh, what’s the missus banging on about today?” We’ll get used to this. We’ll become all dependant on you. We’ll let you be a part of us.
And then what happens? You just up and leave, without any warning. Leaving me DJing at White City tonight, sad and alone, with only last night’s Soccerette’s Pic???
Who’s In?