Now There’s an Idea
It’s been a daily occurrence in these temperate months since the season’s finale- the whole family huddled around the wireless to catch the latest instalment in the Joe Cole saga. Will he? Won’t he? Might he? Maybe he already has? If we weren’t on the edge of our seat as the potboiler unfolded, we were certainly shuffling close. Yesterday, though, to pie-eyed, fist-in the- mouth astonishment, news reached us that the climax of this particular story had fallen rather flat. Liverpool his flavour of choice. A safe, first-team opportunity vanilla. Wisely, I guess, he also turned his back on the fiscally demented Sullivan & Gold double-act down the road. Whose flavour I can only assume is moth-eaten sock. Whatever the case, he’s out of London and off the agenda. The end.
Meanwhile, a victory for those Spurs fans blessed with the gift of hearing- the tiresome vuvuzela has been declared about as welcome at The Lane as Sky Andrews. Apparently, so called ‘atmosphere’ is still pretty high on the agenda for the string-pullers at N17. Something which the sound of thirty-odd thousand blaring f*ck-trumpets would have designs to ruin. A fearsomely good move, then. Let’s hope the rest of the League are equally foresighted.
Humbug, etc…
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