Somebody somewhere loves yellow and green. A beautiful New England spring day of gardening capped by a Grand National victory for the 8-1 Headgehunter (mounting a yellow and green clad jockey), picked by our very own Walter Mondale on the eve of the race (my horse, Forest Gunner, managed a respectable 5th: see how your pick finished here). WM (based on his traditional wager) would have walked 80 pounds richer. Then this gem:
"Manchester United Boss Sir Alex Ferguson refused to speak to his club's TV station or the press after his side's shock 2-0 defeat at Norwich."
Norwich 2-0 Man Utd
Sir Alex, you are an arse, sir. May your miserable Scottish behind rot in the damp North Western air. Norwich City, bit late to start lads but I'll cherish you until the day I die. Even the Blue Jays pummelling David F*****g Wells and the Sox can't take the gloss off.
Spring! It could be worse..... I'll get the beers in.
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go Canaries! you guys deserved one big win like that at least. something to savor even if the unmentionable happens.
and my horses both managed to finish at least! 12th and 19th out of 41 isn't too bad.
Sir Alex Ferguson; I would never call our Alex 'sir'. Besides, he's a closet filthy German. Our Alex, that is. Jamie; the unmentionable is becoming inevitable.
My ancestors actually hail from Silesia, a noble German 'burb' now on loan to Poland.
Silesa, damn close to Prussia old boy, what?
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