Tonight’s blog was meant to be about global warming and how I suspect that the environmentalists are the neo-neo-cons (how many times can you say ‘new’), but it will have to wait because I’ve been watching the Arsenal/ManU game.
I have blogged about footie on occasion and have kept it so because it is either a) boring if I spout off at how well the Reds have played: b) me being silent when they’ve been awful, or; c) who other than footie fans gives a toss about the game.
I’m breaking my own self-imposed, flexible rule, not because ManU played the Goonners off the park. Nor to crow at the way that the (admittedly) excellent Arsenal players vanish when the heat is on, Newcastle-like. Not even to complain at their ref-conning antics. (Okay, so we do the same. Hand on heart, doesn’t your team?)
No, the reason I step into this ground is in praise of Mrs P who predicted a 2-4 score. Where she got that from, I really am not sure, but it was spot on.
Memo to self: Trust Mrs Parrot more and be sure to place at least a tenner bet on her intuition. I should have listened.
I will in future. Anyone who wants to buy-in to this scam, please let me know — I’ll set up a Paypal account.
Meanwhile I’m on the bus to la-la-land — “Champ-ee-ons, you’re ‘aving a laff.”
And that’s both us and the Gooners.