Friday 5 March 2010

Poor me....


''My life is ruined'' screamed the headline from the downmarket rag.


So what's it all about (Alfie) ? Maybe it's bad news from a soldier that has been crippled by a roadside bomb, a newly orphaned child or someone terminally ill perhaps? .. err no ... not even close. Just the pathetic whinings of a £100,000 a week bi footballer who got dumped by some equally annoying WAG. Apparently he's thrown himself at her mercy, pleaded for forgiveness . Lets be frank here (don't call me Frank), if he's got any apologising to do then he should do it to the general public because no person on Gods earth should be made to witness the sight of C-Ashley Cole wearing a pair of Grandad pants and having a mouth like a ripped pocket !!



It seems to be the norm these days for micro 'celebs' and other wealthy types to constantly tell the world how hard their life is. Yes, i'm sure the paper cuts from counting all that lolly is a real bugger. People don't know they're born these days. Bye 'eck, when i were wee lad things really were tough. No shoes in the winter and 3 of us had to simultaneously squeeze into an old tin bath next to the fire, that was our only luxury. We had scurvy, rickets and T.B to contend with ... and that was just before breakfast !!