I really hate those Internet freaks who take each thirty minute bundle of joy and turn it into a cult game of Where's Wally..

Footballers today are forced to conform to a bodily aesthetic that in its rigidity and uniformity makes fashion models look as varied as snowflakes. ….

May we now all rise and sing the eternal school hymn: "Attack. Attack. Attack Attack Attack!".

To be extraordinarily happy and to have no concern for money drives some people nuts..

International friendly games are not worth the lives of the silk worms who perish to make the pennants. They do not even have the philanthropic excus….

We dwell amid pinheaded weasels who know only timid, the generic and the abacus..

When Rioch came to Millwall we were depressed and miserable. He's done a brilliant job of turning it all around. Now we're miserable and depressed..