First, allow me to offer up my sincerest of apologies for my absence from these shores. Much to my eternal shame, I got caught up in some fisticuffs with some ne’redowells after the Carling Cup match in N17 and have had a spell at Her Majesty’s convenience. Open and shut case really as I was bang to rights.
I found myself in a seat in their main stand and when the boys pulled off a memorable victory I could do no more than celebrate in a gloating fashion which irked some of the home supporters. I am a former amature boxer and can handle myself so I waded in. Trouble was that this blasted CCTV business captured the whole episode.
I pleaded guilty and got two months. However, that aside I am well and back following Royal Arsenal home and away. I had the pleasure of attending that most venerable of stadia Goodison Park yesterday and what a rather pleasant experience that was.
The only blight on the day came when a power-crazed steward in a bright yellow overcoat ordered the bar to be closed 15 minutes afore kick-off. Cripes! I was waiting to be served and had to spend the entire first half without my usual charge of pop. No matter, when Mr Sagna thundered the ball past the Sweary One in the Toffee nets I nipped down to the bar, ordered a sherry and watched the remaining few minutes on the box.
In other news, what do you make of the Pensioners succumbing to the Team Formerly Known As The Rokerites? Spiffing fun, what what. I do hope Ramond Wilko enjoyed a few stiff drinks and saluted his former employers with a two-fingered gesture. Incidentally, why was he sacked? I think we should be told. Skeletons in cupboards and all that.
Right, I have some forms to fill as I am seeking to gain admission to the The Knights of Malta so I will take my leave. Pip pip and all that.
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