More evidence.

Seems quite apt today that my Dad is still waiting for his £20 from City for his seat someone bought for £250 for the Liverpool match.

What happened to the narrative that the Bellinghams were great lads from a lovely family? They appear to be a right pair of twats.

What on earth do we do with him.

Patriots.

Of course Lee Dixon doesn’t like the smell of cigar smoke. The soft cunt.

This is boring. Just get Foden on so we can watch the Arsenal fans, for some inexplicable reason, have a complete headloss about any praise he gets.

I was listening to the Ireland game on RTE Radio 1. Highly entertaining when that third went in. Now they’re back to the studio talking about who they might play in the play-offs and no cunt has a clue. I really need to get that Irish passport sorted.

I see Cristiano Ronaldo has added further weighty evidence towards him being proved to be one of the worst people ever born. The tit.

This can also apply to everyone at The Guardian paid to write about football.

Oh FFS. Michael Cox is analysing Jeremy Doku. The player has no idea what he’s doing so don’t pretend that you know what he’s been told to do you fucking nimrod. This country.

My old man wasn’t there today because he’s ill (thank fuck as I was still getting the odd, “Fuck me, what had you been drinking last Sunday, Turps?”) but I sold his ticket back to City and my Dad gets about £20 back as it’s a concession. I asked the lad in his seat what he paid. £250.

Jeremy Doku being fucking ace really was not on my late 2025 bingo card.

lol.

Rob Edwards must be fucking brain dead.

The first day of the Christmas Markets and Ashcroft supported by The Lathums at the Co-op. Has Manchester ever SEEN this level of Yonner?

Tremendous viewing that. Not looking forward to playing Sunderland.

Just seen a video of a Villa fan interviewed outside Villa Park last night. “If they care about Palestine that much they should move there” What a great point.

Shout out to a lad I know on the bus home last night on the phone to the kebab house. “You’ll just have to leave it on the fucking doorstep, mate. The traffic’s terrible and she’s refusing to get out of fucking bed”

Just got in my Dad’s car after getting off the bus. “Dad, why does it stink of weed in here?” “Does it? I found this on the floor the other day”

I’m sat in a pub on my own watching The Chase on telly because my Dad is meeting me at the bus stop at 6pm and none of my mates are going to the match tonight. This might be a new low.

There he is. The main fella.

They are so fucking odd.

I like this ref.

Just finished a Teams call and the client had his fucking Christmas Tree up!

Oh FFS. I’d forgotten that my Dad came to check if I was ok.

That Barry lad for Everton is an absolute disgrace to his namesake.

49 years of age and absolutely dreading my Dad phoning me. Genuinely don’t know how I ended up so leathered yesterday. My abiding memory is him putting his arm on me as I got up for a half time drink. “Christie, be careful”

Quick one before bed. I was at @jobonomatopoeia.bsky.social and @trigg5.bsky.social’s wedding do the other week and me and Joanna’s brother finished the night off with an awful City song. Not that one. Tenner for who can guess it.

My fingers are fucked due to wicket keeping but Rob Green’s little finger is sending me under. Again.

That Bournemouth nerd will be City’s next manager.

The Spirals at half time though. The best.

A bit of context if I may. I was absolutely fucking spannered.

Morning. Apropos of nothing, here’s me spilling red wine on Miles Kane.

That Claire Danes interview in The Guardian, I did NOT know she was only 14 in My So-Called Life. Jared Leto being 21 in it takes some of the heat off me though.

Thank God that’s over so now lol @ Liverpool.

“YES! FUCKING GET IN!! Sorry love”. *something indecipherable in Welsh about the spare room*

Antiques Roadshow is in Swansea and someone has brought in YER MA.

Savinho must do some mad shit at training.

WE HAVE A WINNER

30 years since I started University and we had a long overdue catch up yesterday in Town. Lucky enough to say that everyone is still with us and also happy to say that everyone is still sound.

Perfume on 6Music. I’ll never hear a bad word being said about that station.

Would not surprise me one bit if Skateboard Hero turns out to be part of the Louvre heist gang.

Well well well…

Was just saying this to the lads in our local bar on holiday.

Liverpool FC might have to abandon their principles and get the cheque book out.

It gets better.

I’m obsessed with the lad with skateboard. Absolute perfection.

Well, you have to say that’s magnificent.