Here it is again folks. That sinking feeling of inevitable failure. That 'maybe next-year' sensation, all the while watching other people go home with the chocolates, the silverware and a few pilfered rolls of toilet paper. This time you'd better check the Valiant's still parked in your driveway too, cos the whole thing's getting that Tiges v Pies vibe and you know what happens when the Those People come to your parties. Like that party 'round '83 when a pissed Sacred Cowboy drove home in someone else's car, cleaning up half the cars in the street. Good times.
Closer to home can anyone catch Lloydy? He's 3 clear of Phil, 4 clear of the next band. Maybe next year.
This fortnight's biggest winner Jim Richo up 8 from the depths. Biggest Loser Frankie M sliding 10 spots.
Sorry for a few absences of late, simple maths really:
School Hols + Thursday games = Too hard.
No comments:
Post a Comment