for at least another month. That's very, very depressing. At least another month of dull, depressing football (sorry I mean "really, really good - couldn't ask for any more"). And so the Good Ship Evans continues to ever so slowly sink, as Lambert is allowed to rearrange the deckchairs, whilst the passengers keep screaming "for the love of God, stop sailing towards oblivion", yet the Captain blithely ambles on, the hull rotting and leaking, the crew listless, the ship slowing to a halt as the holes in the sails grow larger, soon to sit stuck in the doldrums for years and years, whilst prospective young new passengers simply jump aboard well run, successful, modern cruise ships heading for the sun.
It's Monday, I feel a bit forlorn! |  |
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