A Fistful of Dollars For a Few Dollars More The Good, the Bad and the Ugly Coogans Bluff Play Misty for Me Dirty Harry The Beguiled High Plains Drifter Thunderbolt and Lightfoot The Outlaw Josey Wales Escape from Alcatraz Bronco Billy Honkytonk Man Tightrope Unforgiven In the Line of Fire Gran Torino Million Dollar Baby
Not bad for a geezer that can’t act apparently.
De Niro, my arse.
Heat is bloody brilliant though. Midnight Run too.
My hope, my destiny, my expectation, my future, my life.
I’ve provided a lot of time on the fortunes of this blue and white hooped clan. I’ve given them my best and most insignificant years. I’ve preyed on their success like it was the oxygen running in my blood and their failures have sent me to case of ash on many occasions.
An uncontrollable, vague and vacuous desire that one day, somehow my hope for this entity will provide me with my life expectancy has foundered in the rocks of hopeless fools.
The lifeboat of salvation has rung its last bell and if I don’t heed its call I may never see shore again.
This endurance can only last so long, must i carry the burden of stark inevitability for all my days or face the true consequences of mid table obscurity?
I have provided flesh, blood and currency a plenty and I have been given a jokers hand.
Time to retire to worlds of clear sky, deep days and pure longing.
About 20 years ago an extremely fit woman at my old job asked me out. She was from New Zealand, I think, and blonde, great “chesty pegs” (her description) and supported the Rs! She was cracking. Had an overlapping front tooth but, my word, she was on fire.
Off for a pub crawl down Goldhawk Road (when it was possible to do such a thing). I’m potting all the shots. Being funny, taking sensibly, having proper intelligent conversations. Never happened before and rarely since.
Chucking out time and we are walking back up to the Green, mows my chance to seal the deal.. here we go..
Apparently, according to a BBC website article, there is a thing whereby Man City are trying to get internet influencers to increase attendances at their chumpions league games by ...er... influencing people on social media.
Anyone that’s influenced by some mindless t wat on the internet to do something is some sort of mindless t wat.
That whole day was boring. Boring and crap. West Brom. F ucking boring club. Nether big not small, just West Brom fu ucking off West Brom. Is there a south/east/mid Brom? What’s a Bromwich? Don’t tell me don’t care.
Bloody hell. It’s all sh it. Non consequential cobblers. Why do I ho back. Just to watch a team that no one cares about outside of us, who have totally unreasonable expectations of their never achieving club.
Well, it’s something to get annoyed about innit. My train of thought has now derailed.
There was a point and I’ve list it. Bloody early kick offs.