Sorry for the lack of posts over the last few days, but this is my least favourite time of year. Cold, wet and windy, it is also the time of year when the Christmas credit card bills arrive, and the time is at hand to pay for all that irresponsible spending. C'est la vie. Let's hope the mighty Bantams can spread some cheer tomorrow night, although it appears, with the departure of big Don Ricketts, we have given up on promotion this season, and lower mid table mediocrity awaits. At least the clowns along the M62 are still good for raising a smile. Just as their seemingly inevitable march to promotion hits a bit of a sticky patch, their manager decides that director of pies, or whatever his job title at Newcastle will be, is a bigger job than managing Leeds United. I am praying that they hire Steve McLaren. Away from footie, it seems that our jaunt north of the border has hit the rocks, a combination of skintness and inability to get time off, means our plans to celebrate Tony Helmets 40th look like being scaled down, I am sure the big man will think up something to do. On a happier note, it is good to see that Dangerous Pete has discovered a Hooters in Thailand, at least somebody is having a decent time of it at the moment. So in a vain attempt to cheer myself up, and any other readers who are also feeling a little glum, I present a gratuitous pie shot.
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