Hurra, Foopball, cry Molesworth!

I can confirm that the blender makes soups as well as alcoholic beverages. I can also confirm that a decent veggie soup contains far more vegetable matter than you might think and takes forever to digest. It sits in the tum for a very long time indeed.

But hey, vitamins.

Being a football spod and a proud Englishman and what with the World Cup just days away, I have been investigating the possibility of spending too much money on a replica England football shirt. Happily a lot of places seem to be selling them at half price or thereabouts, which is good since official merchandise is generally heavily over priced. I may well wander home via Lilywhites in Piccadilly Circus where I am led to believe they have infinite supplies.

Reassuring too, to see that replica kit manufacturers have finally woken up to the fact that Wayne Rooney excepted, the average England supporter is about three times larger than the average England player. This means that they are available in a lardy boy enhancing XXXL. Fantastic.

With a couple of minor alterations, the red “away” shirt for 2006-08 is suspiciously similar in design to the shirt worn in the 1966 final. It is particularly noticeable if you get hold of a shirt without the numbers printed on (This time around they will have the number on the front as well as the back, which rather upsets my purist sensibilities, but there we are. At least the national team doesn’t have a honking great advert across the chest like all club shirts do these days). I have been trying to decide whether or not to get a plain shirt (probably), or one with the number 8 on it. Not because I am a particular fan of Steven Gerrard¹, you understand, but because I could replace the name with “All The Pies” (Geddit?), which would be a laugh.

Well, it appeals to me, anyway.

I am sloping off early this afternoon and will make my decision then.

If I keep up with the soup, come the European Championships in a couple of years’ time I may be able to go for a less lardy size.

See the pigs barrel-roll in formation over the river.


¹I’m guessing he’ll be in the number 8 shirt, like he is at Liverpool. Though it may be the number 4, which screws the joke somewhat – or would, if I was having that name on the shirt.

Hurra, Foopball, cry Molesworth!

I can confirm that the blender makes soups as well as alcoholic beverages. I can also confirm that a decent veggie soup contains far more vegetable matter than you might think and takes forever to digest. It sits in the tum for a very long time indeed.

But hey, vitamins.

Being a football spod and a proud Englishman and what with the World Cup just days away, I have been investigating the possibility of spending too much money on a replica England football shirt. Happily a lot of places seem to be selling them at half price or thereabouts, which is good since official merchandise is generally heavily over priced. I may well wander home via Lilywhites in Piccadilly Circus where I am led to believe they have infinite supplies.

Reassuring too, to see that replica kit manufacturers have finally woken up to the fact that Wayne Rooney excepted, the average England supporter is about three times larger than the average England player. This means that they are available in a lardy boy enhancing XXXL. Fantastic.

With a couple of minor alterations, the red “away” shirt for 2006-08 is suspiciously similar in design to the shirt worn in the 1966 final. It is particularly noticeable if you get hold of a shirt without the numbers printed on (This time around they will have the number on the front as well as the back, which rather upsets my purist sensibilities, but there we are. At least the national team doesn’t have a honking great advert across the chest like all club shirts do these days). I have been trying to decide whether or not to get a plain shirt (probably), or one with the number 8 on it. Not because I am a particular fan of Steven Gerrard¹, you understand, but because I could replace the name with “All The Pies” (Geddit?), which would be a laugh.

Well, it appeals to me, anyway.

I am sloping off early this afternoon and will make my decision then.

If I keep up with the soup, come the European Championships in a couple of years’ time I may be able to go for a less lardy size.

See the pigs barrel-roll in formation over the river.


¹I’m guessing he’ll be in the number 8 shirt, like he is at Liverpool. Though it may be the number 4, which screws the joke somewhat – or would, if I was having that name on the shirt.