Scott Brown: The Hatchet Job (In Picture Form)
I have now watched THAT sending off more times than it’s good for a sane man to do. In between seeing flashing coloured dots, purple badgers and an old scrot who looks like Ernie Walker screaming: “white cotton socks, 3 fir a paund” I have upgraded Scott Brown status to “Total Idiot“.
That Facial Network Thingy should have those sort of status updates rather than boring and mundane ones you see. “Two sleeps until steak pie for dinner, yipee! Hope it has sausage in it.” I hope it has arsenic in it.
As I type rumours are that Richard, Freddie and Robbie are being drafted in. Behave, that sounds more like a double room booking at a Tory Party conference than debutants in a Glasgow Derby*. We are also looking at Dwayne who is more Fresh Prince Of Fresh Air than Bel Air.
So depleted we are that Sammy returning from a virus is seen as a boost. Forgive me while I plan to drown in a sea of chemical pi$$ that will blot out any horror from 12:45pm onwards on Sunday.
Here’s Wednesday’s night ratings.
Double F, Bored.com, 2. Wilson, unnoticeable, 3. Danny, won headers, harshly booked, 4. Rogne, looked more experienced and vocal than his bald mate, 5. Lizzy, since Hoopers demise has looked Lennon’s gold nugget, 6.
Brown, Total Idiotic Pie Face, 0. Ledley, out-of-sorts, 1. Forrest, couldn’t see the wood for the trees, 1. Kapo, still looks like he would have rather been anywhere else than on the park, He screams permanently on trial at clubs, 1. McCourt, you and Lizzy make it bearable, 6. Kayal, came on to calm it down and added to the panic, 2.
Stokes, looks lost, problem is he isn’t being found, 2. Steptoe’s Horse, 0. McGinn, did nothing, which is nothing new in recent weeks, 0.
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