from "chopsy" at UKSF
"Anyway, I've moved to the cuntryside so I can live in Nicholas Winterton's constituency and as a side-effect enjoy a tiny bit of quality of life. There's a telly shop just down the road, and it sells big, f***-off tellies. And as some kind of bizarre sales tool, the tellies in the window, as far as I can tell, seem to have an endless loop of Liverpool's European Cup victory going on 24 hours a day. I get up in the morning to exercise the tapir at the crack of dawn, and there's Harry Kewell trudging off to what must be a standing ovation, what with Liverpool having the best fans in the world and him having a serious injury. I nip to the Co-op for some milk, and there's Jamie Carragher losing his man for the 45th time in the first half and allowing Milan to score the first, or it could be the second. Or the third for that matter. Going to the pub, there's Vladi Smicer, eyes on the side of his head like one of those strange tadpole creatures that live in caves, putting in the second, and I stagger back, and there's Xabi Alonso visibly bricking it as he walks up to take that penalty.
It's a really odd sales tactic, considering we're about 50 miles from Liverpool, the nearest Football League club is either Macclesfield Town or Stockport County, and most of the intervening distance is not what might be considered Scouser-friendly. What's going on?"
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