Ah yes, I remember it well. In those days, when I was a teenager, I knew I knew everything. Now I'm a middle aged Victor Meldrew, I know I know nothing.
He may well bring his claymore with him when he comes down for the Bradford match next month. You can debate it with him then. Just make certain he's paid me for his ticket first, though!
There's nothing wrong with a bit of poetic licence. You should see my online profile on the dating websites I use.
Here's mine "Hello ladies. I'll put it all on the line. I'm a selfish, middle aged male chauvinist pig. I expect a woman to cook, clean and go at it like a privy door when the plagues in town. I love my football and that will come first, second and third. If we have a romantic meal arranged, and a match is rearranged, then expect to eat alone. If my team lose, which occasionally happens, I am like a bear with a sore head. Words like ' it's only a game', 'there's always next week'and ' I don't know why you're so upset' could lead to serious consequences. I control the TV remote, and sport overrules soap every time. Look forward to hearing from you"
Yeh. That usually end up in MORE ill feeling between us than this whole independence thing I say bring Hemsy back. Wonder what his take on the whole Yes/No issue was...
In all honesty I don't know, I've never used one but if I did my profile would describe me as a cross between George Clooney and Brad Pitt with the body of a Chippendale and the bank account of a Saudi prince. It would be a perfect plan until I had to finally meet somebody.
no entirely sure, some folk say it were just a myth, and others say there was truly an enlightened one, a font of all knowledge called H Tee or something like that