It would be remiss of me not to begin today’s blog with a hearty *boilk*.
Some drinks in a friend’s house stretched out till early this morning and me, Mrs Blogs and the nefarious Mug Smasher topped it all off with a delicious cocktail when we got home. It was made up of Jameson’s, Ribena and water. I call it a Jamribter. Mmmmm, I can still taste it when I burp. Even if I burp out of my arse. However, I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea and think I’m an expert cocktail maker. Other people make more extensive cocktails than I.
So, bearing all that in mind, here is a short round-up of the stories that are storyful this Saturday morning.
Emmanuel Adebayor will miss the start of the Premier League (apparently, there’s no such thing as the Premership any more) due to a groin injury. It’s rumoured he chaffed himself while everyone around him Wang Chunged and he was just trying to have fun. He shouldn’t be out for too long.
Arsene reckons Sparta Prague will be tougher than the last time we played them, saying:
Since that movie all the Spartans in the world received an enormous boost and I will have to tell my players to watch out for their leather jocks and well defined stomach muscles. We should still have too much for them but I suspect they have improved their ball playing skills and you can never fully relax around anyone with a beard.
Wise words indeed from the manager. Chelsea are afraid they’ll lose Lassana Diarra to Arsenal, who seem to be collecting central midfielders like Dennis Nilsen collected body parts. Personally I don’t have the slightest clue how I should feel about it so I’ll say no more.
That’s really all the Arsenal news there is. This, however, made me laugh. A lot. Fucking Leeds. Shove that up your hole Ian Bessey.
Now, I must go about my daily business. I think a trip into town to eat some food is in order and then I will teach a barman how to make a Jamribter because I really do need a hair of the dog.
Happy Saturday, Arsemigos.
