It's gotten so bad the official line is that we now need to more celebrate people simply doing their best than them actually winning anything.![]()
Anyway if nothing else our boxing commenter rawks as he was carrying on about signing this Mexican boxist over this Irish poof (John Joe Nevin, Ireland 19-13 Oscar Valdez Fierro, Mexico) as even though the Irish poof outpointed him badly the Irish poof would find it hard to run away for anything over 3 rounds in a pro fight.
Also building on the success of turning you on to ghey cycling and as you are a poetry hater but even more so an unapologetic warmonger this is my attempt to get you to admit that not all poetry is bad.
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That's ironic as if there's nothing that interests me irl, then I watch TV.
Doing it the other way around seems mental. I'd never have moved from the sofa while the fortnight long 24 hour a day Joss Whedon telethon was on Sfx.
As to your last, I'm understandably dubious about clicking the poetry link but curiousity will undoubtedly get the better of me in the next few hours. I'll report back and berate you with words when the inevitable happens.
I see we've got a 'donate' button now. Has that always been there? I only just noticed the fuck right out of it.
Anything we should know, tesco?
Sure but obviously fairs are always entertaining.
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Sport doesn't count as TV.
That takes precedence over pretty much anything.
I once timed my missus' contractions according to the clock on the CL semi-final in 2004. It was in extra-time between Arsenal and Chelsea.
She was getting in such a state but the baby didn't even arrive until seven thirty the next morning.
In hindsight, I was absolutely right to wait until the final whistle before driving her to the hospital.
Get a short-arsed, narrow-hipped woman and labour goes right the fuck out the window.
You can plan your children and football matches around a quick snip to the abdomen.
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