That'll do pig… I have the kind of hangover that’s so bad I not only wished I could die, I actively sought it. The idea of being splattered by some taxi washes over me like the blood of the blessed Jesus. My head…
thank walgod it's friday There’s really nothing going on today. Well, by nothing, I mean, The Telegraph has an excellent article on the history of bad footballing hairdo’s. I can’t, for the life of me, figure out why they chose to include Freddie Ljungberg…