Happy Christmas, Brett. Hope you fucking choke on your lyrics.
Prediction: Brett to choke on his lyrics. Moyes to get booed. Nobody cheers. Rojo penalised. 0-0 United.
‘Why food poisoning can kill creativity’ – an essay by Tom McGhee
I first suspected I was sick when I was violently sick. My suspicions were confirmed when I carried on being sick for hours, then days. Was it not Proust who said: ‘He will teach me, for is not he, too, in some degree the Truth?’ Either way; lesson is, don’t eat rancid hog fat.
Due to unforeseen circumstances, there will be no film review this week. Take it up with Brett.
Prediction: I only know we’re playing Sunderland because I read Benno’s first. 6-0 United, Moyes is a cupboard.
Probably won’t do one because I’m a lazy hotelier and I hate my audience.
Prediction: Me to choke on my lyrics. 0-0 United.