The fact that this is a site for the gambling man I would of course state my money was going into my on-line betting account in the hope, nay expectation of increasing my wealth. Not a chance people.

This has not been a vintage week. A visit from the bosses at head office meant that the majority of staff here have brought rubber rings in to sit on, such was the ferocity of the shafting we received. I mean, just because they pay us every month, it is a bit much to expect us to do any work, isn’t it?

So this weekend is designated the “Sorry Mister Best this guys liver is no use to you" weekend

Other than work I had a decent old week, and to return to one of my regular themes, all hail the Champions League being on Sky. 

The joy of having all those games available at the touch of a button. No longer at the mercy of ITV deciding to put on every game that Man Utd. play, even when it is utterly meaningless. 

But best of all there is a real alternative to suffering that utter mong, Clive Tyldesley commentating from his position several feet up Sir Alex’ poop chute.

I love the drama of these games of course. But better yet is the comedy. Sol Campbell can step forward for the John Inman award for solid defending. 

Uncle Arsene can take the Ally McLeod Argentina award for “What the f*** just happened there. Marcus Hedman can take credit for introducing a new term to the world of angling.

To have a Hedman: The act of standing around for an hour and a half and not catch anything.