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Andrew Macdonald 04 November 2002 13:08 Sporting Brassica FC
This came to me during a brief downpour. Nothing at all to do with St
Hia, and I know that technically they aren't all brassicas, Lollo Rossa being
a lettuce, for example, but a hell of a line up nonetheless.
Seaman Romanesco
Cavolo Nero
Roodnerf
Lollo Rossa Beckham
Dolmic
Radiccio
Kasumi Oliver
Hispi Subs: Pak Choi, Bok Choi Vile Jelly 05 November 2002 09:08
Hm, maybe. But somehow I just can't see the fans (especially the younger ones)
getting behind the team with chants of 'Come on you greens'!
Also, they'd live in dread of being drawn away in the 3rd round of the FA Cup
against some unknown team of herbivores from the lower divisions.
Mind you, as England are currently being managed by a Swede (having also been
previously managed by a turnip) it does show that vegetables can succeed in
English football.
Andrew Macdonald 08 November 2002 18:02 You're absolutely right. Time for a drink. Vile Jelly 09 November 2002 10:03
What you mean you haven't started yet!
Actually, I haven't either but that's because I've been struck down with some
hideous gut virus the consequences of which are best left unmentioned.
PS. Dragged myself out of bed and limped down briefly (honest, that's how ill
I've felt) to the Meat Draw late last night because Trevor had a friend from
America over who wanted (allegedly) to meet the perpetrator of Spooky St.
Ives. God knows what she made of it all as I was absolutely shot, physically
and mentally. She probably thought I was the traditional village
cripple/idiot! (Not that she'd be particularly wrong in that assumption).
PPS. Trevor is gnashing his hair and pulling his teeth in frustration as he
seems to be the only one of the locals 'gang' that can't win anything in the
Meat Draw. The poor man. Maybe you should send him a Red Cross Emergency
Relief Parcel. Or some brassicas!
Andrew Macdonald 09 November 2002 15:08
Ah! So you've been to the Useless Chef!
Will arrange airlift of sprouts for Trevor forthwith.
As I walked down to the bakers this morning, a little old boy in his white
Escort drove past with his poppy strapped to the aerial, and a hand written
sign on a bit of A4 paper stuck in the rear passenger window. I thought
it was going to say "For Sale Good runner long MOT and Tax £800.00
ono" or some such, but it didn't. It said "Come back, Guy
Fawkes, all is forgiven" And I thought to myself, he's got a point
there.
Vile Jelly 09 November 2002 15:33 Personally, I subscribe to the 1066 And All That theory that the reason we celebrate Guy Fawkes night is to remind parliament that it would have been a Good Thing if he'd succeeded. |
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