Football news, again. Our late, unlamented, national manager has lamented the poor quality of the players he had to work with. I swear I'm not making this up. Apparently Craig's (for it is he) brilliant tactical decision-making was constantly undermined by the shite on the park that he had to work with.
I'm not sure what's worse, Craig thinking anyone gives a stuff for what he thinks or The Skintsman On Sunday for giving him a platform. Anyway, this picture accompanying the feature shows Craig pleading with The Heavenly Father to give Scotland a win, or failing that, to ensure Craig got his £500K of jotters money...
|"But how shall I fuck off Lord?"|
Local news now. Below, a car, parked not a million miles from Jaggy Acres. Apparently, to help preserve Scotland's wildlife, requires tooling about in a Passat estate, yours for something in the region of 24000 of your earth pounds.
As late-Bonzo Viv Stanshall might have remarked: that's "one hell of a region."
You'll see that we've not shown the license plate, but if the user of the vehicle cares to get in touch to explain why someone working for a charity FFS, would require such a big fuck off motor, I'll gladly publish any response.