PostIstanbul Comedown PartyWell, as far as I'm concerned anyway... any bluenoses or Mancs present might think differently. In the build up to the final, my Friday night DJ sets at Telfords Warehouse in Chester...
Zidanethe yesterday, could Just have a look at how many of those players the other night were 'Houllier' buys, watch the final again, then tell us again that it was wasted money ?! Listen...
me: Hello, is that the editor of Radio Wales? her: Is that the twat of a presenter who works for me who we had to arrange short-notice cover for because he didn't turn up for any of his recordings on Wednesday, Thursday or Friday with a rather convenient case of flu? me: err... yes. her: Is that the same clueless tit of a presenter who one of our freelance sports reporters saw on a TV report from Liverpool John Lennon airport on his way to Istanbul, even though he had claimed - as mentioned earlier - that he was "laid up in bed sweating like a bluenose in an identity parade" and that "there's no way I'm going to be leaving the house today, probably not even tomorrow... I wouldn't want to give it to anyone in the office"? me: err... cough... yes, again. her: What's your problem, Walton? me: That flu, it's going to come back on Sunday and I'm going to - hic - have to miss my show... the only regular source of income I have to feed my voraciously hungry three year old daughter... her: You mean, you want to go on the piss to celebrate Lerpwl's Champions League Final fictory? me: I wouldn't mind, if that's ok? her: It's not. You're fired.
