Jill

Just tweeted Jose to get him to tell Hatem his coat is horrible.

Still walking with a limp apparently. Probably bumped into De Jong again.

I'm canny annoyed at football at the minute so the last team I want to come up against next is Spurs, hate them.

Grim. My toes and arse cheeks are freezing as well.

Not a great fan of getting a coach to an away game, Crumpy's have always been spot on though. Back Page is alright for what it is and will do as a last resort. Definitely prefer the train though, had some cracking away day train journeys.

He's brilliant. I hate him.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PC_City Leave Jose alone. Sorry. It does sound nicer than PC World, mind.

And now I'm stalking you too, Jon.

PC city.

With absolute dignity and compassion I'd like to think. Imagine if we cheered/booed a dead man from the field man. Sickening.

I remember Booze Britain! Burger Barry, amirite? Some fella wanted a hot dog that went over the edge of the bun.. and I quote "so I slapped it in his face".

That is terrifying.

I was going to follow this on with a spunk yoghurt joke.. but no.

Regardless of how 'alright' it is.. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't do it.

I remember someone drinking piss on Booze Britain once, but then they made him throw it back up into a bucket.

To take them from the airport to the hotel and to the ground. My mate's dad used to drive the coach, used to do it all the time.

Is that the one they were on about on Soccer Saturday today?

Shit got serious.

Imagining a full on Spanish discussion going on, lots of laughter, and Danny Guthrie just sitting nodding and laughing and pretending to know what's happening.

He'd walk home barefoot just to get back here.

I was pushed! (Just in case) I can't wait for this game. Christmas at the mother-in-law's this year, who wanted us to stay "for a few days" over Christmas. I conceded Christmas Eve as it will mostly be spent in the pub anyway, then was desperately trying to drum up an excuse for anything past Christmas Day.. and then somewhere a light came on in my brain... HOME GAME ON BOXING DAY! My saviour.

9 years? Christ, I feel old.

Was just thinking that.

What a load of shit. What the fuck am I going to do with my day now.

What's he going as, JLS? Some sort of ghetto elf, I think.