Your breath is sweet/You’re weak/Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky/Your back is straight, your hair is smooth/On the pillow where you lie/
So Richard Branson was part of a global commission on drugs policy, and has just given ‘evidence’ to the Commons home affairs select committee; what is that all about? Whilst I, like plenty of others, would appreciate the convenience of purchasing Virgin flavourburst and enjoying it wherever I choose, his opinion has been sought for no reason other than his extreme wealth – a nonsense in itself, and all the more given the obvious vested interest. That he happens to be right is beside the point.
The daily round up is mainly a list of complaints and criticisms aimed at the world. The obvious reason for this is because there’s a lot to complain about, this being a sweaty, aimless island of almost no redeeming features, from football all the way to Parliament. Today, though, Test cricket is on. That’s a full eight hours when other people’s company is not even a necessary evil. It’s TV codeine.
Misconduct has ‘cost Carlos Tevez £9.3 million.’ So it should, the spineless, agitating arsehole deserves everything he gets, screwing over or insulting almost every club he’s played for. Hooray. The FUN is Kia Joorabchian, who will undoubtedly come out of this whole debacle with his profits higher than ever. There’s also a trial going on for alleged wrongdoing slightly closer to home. What an enthralling, uplifting business.
Mario Balotelli’s agent is probably right; Howard Webb probably did see his client stamp on Scott Parker’s head, or at least he was looking directly at the commotion. But accusing the FA of xenophobia for handing out just punishment, as it did in the case of Vincent Kompany, is the behaviour of an ignorant arsehole, as is the “threat” that he may leave England. Balotelli is a decent player, but it’s probable that we could survive without him.
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