Talking about alcoholism, our greatest was on talk sport this morning non to coherent
I doubt it if this twat and his mate Tim give a fuck about us. They know that they will walk away with millions no matter how shit a job they do so they are probably having a nice dinner at some Michelin garlanded establishment in london tonight at our expense laughing their socks off.
Life is a wonderful mixture of happiness, sadness, stress and boredom. Any true alcoholic will embrace each of these with equal relish as an ideal excuse to get pissed. Although finding out a doctor told your wife and your father that if you keep vomiting blood you won't make it through the night and then being told your alcoholism has caused enough nerve damage in your legs to make it unlikely you will walk again tends to focus the mind. It took me from Christmas to Easter to learn how to walk again. If Ray Wilkins does have a problem (which I wasn't aware of before he joined us) I wish him all the luck in the world.