What a great way to wake up this morning.

No work, wife in a skimpy nightie cooking up the full English, memories of Anfield fresh in the mind, scum losing at home to a big (ish) crowd (loads of cut price tickets though, how they scorned us when we did such a thing,) Sunday pub lunch and bears later and hopefully some good footie on the box. Could a day get any better. Well, actually it could because I lied about the missus. She's not cooking up a full English and she's certainly not wearing anything skimpy, but, hey ho, the rest is ok. Now, where's the cornflakes!

Posted By: willy the pimp, Oct 23, 10:08:33