At this time of year, I like to remind my parents that, despite all the careful thought and consideration they put into it, I do not want any presents from them. Because they are just awful.
For example, last year's Marmite-themed storage jar. Or the previous year's variety pack of 'expensive' soaps. Frankly, I can't remember the last time they actually bought me something I want. Seriously, one year they bought me an oven mitt. Not a pair - one.
With that in mind, does anyone else suffer like this?
Gentlemen, I think it is looking increasingly unlikely that we will win the Championship this season. However, this frees us up to concentrate on cup competitions.
Now, many of you will say that this is a nonsense but only last night I dreamed that I was eating a mince pie and just this morning I ate one. Follow your dreams, follow your dreams!
We may not have won but, if nothing else, we came a close second. We have the best kit, apart from the green one, and many of our players have tasteful haircuts. There is much of which to be proud. Even the water pressure in the Ellerslie Road bum-sinks has risen to the occasion.
Let us not talk of defeat. Or even deshoulders, deknees or detoes. The only sack we should be considering is from Santa.
Saw this on WLS about Saman Ghoddos. Can't recall any great buzz around the player from earlier in the season. GetWestLondon, TalkSpurt and HITC seem to be the main sources, so probably bollox regurgitated from the Twittersphere masquerading as news.