Friday, 7 October 2011

As you know, dear reader

because I've repeated myself often enough, I'm not one to intrude on private grief, even when it's on very public display. 
If you've been on Mars for the last few days  you may have missed the news that Wayne Rooney pere has been helping the Liverpool bizzies with their enquiries relating to certain (ahem) irregularities surrounding  betting on a Motherwell/Hearts game last season. Wayne Senior, Dad of the spud-faced striker was pictured entering court the other day. Here he is:                                                                  

Leaving to one side the rather obvious observation that the gentleman featured is unlikely to feature as the subject of an oil painting any time soon, (unless Edvard Munch reappears from the other side), it is crystal clear that Paw Rooney is missing a trick. 
In the manner of the Victorians who reckoned you could spot a criminal face, I would confidently put forward Mr Rooney's coupon anytime the OED wishes to illustrate the dictionary's definition of scally, in turn, usefully linking to the terms scrote, snide and going on the rob.                                                                                                                                   

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