Empty bars in the afternoonBy means of extemporaneous discourse a study of the curiosities and peculiarities of the human condition in its many wicked and wise ways |
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All the cliches are true; fishing is just about the most relaxing activity ever. And it’s not even really an activity – you just get set up, cast out, then sit there chilling and, as in the case of my recent holiday fishing experiences in Devon, spark up a fatty. You wait, and wait, and maybe the day will be highlighted by a catch or two (Heaven forbid, knowing my luck, three). But even if it doesn’t happen, it’s cool – you’ve had a good time anyway.
Pain!
It’s a joke, isn’t it. Not even a funny one, any more. Oh my God, Rangers 6 Aberdeen 0. Celtic 8 Dundee 1. 1! Shock, horror, they actually scored. There must’ve been three short minutes of excitement when they went into the lead, then normal service was resumed, and they got twatted. It hurts me so much even watching the games on TV, never mind actually going to watch this shite. Seeing all the Rangers and Celtic fans getting really excited every time they score, as if it’s some major achievement. But no, the standard is appalling, the games excruciatingly boring and even the Old Firm games (which we are treated to four times a season) end up with ridiculous scorelines and supposedly “classic” games. It really is shite. |
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