Ahh, true. He kind of had a guess at me by saying a raith fan. I'm usually the one he gives his semi-literate shiit to, so was probably already suspecting me.
And for the avoidance of doubt, I have never, ever had an alias.
The New Years Derby is off because the police say it MIGHT snow at 3pm. The first ever decision of it's kind anywhere in the world. Ever.
I hear Dundee v Airdrie is off aswell. Earthquake.
Oh aye, another thing. Those fucking electronic signature things that delivery drivers make you sign when you accept a package.
Why does it make my writing look like that of a parkinsons riddled, blind special!?
It's a fucking shambles eh? Funny how they don't postpone a trip down to the shops with the missus, or a trip to the pub for a few Harry Bars.
The worst i'd ever had was when myself and my brothers went down to St. James' Park for the Newcastle V Charlton game. We were in the Charlton end, so we got speaking to guys who had paid £300 for a flight to Newcastle from London. The game eventually got canceled 15 minutes before kick off, because the slope upto the away end was icy.
Raging didn't quite define it.