Whilst

Reidski and I were watching The Damned United my so called football team were taking a further step towards becoming The Doomed United. By losing at Yeovil (who the fuck loses at bloody Yeovil these days apart from us?)we managed to drop into a relegation position from which I do not see us escaping. Therefore there will be no mention of football here. Oh no. Not from me. Not so much as a mention of .Newcastle United's latest saviour - funny as that obviously is. (A whole hour's phone in on Radio 5 about that this morning who seem to assume we are all Geordies now.)(See here for picture of real life Geordie lass showing us how to have a good night out, Bigg Market style.

Instead, a little anecdote from my friend who works as a doctor's receptionist. She took a call on Monday from an old guy who said to her that he was Mr So and So, and that he had an appointment with the doctor booked for 11.00. "Yes, that's right", confirmed my friend. "Well" he said, "The thing is my duck, I am not feeling too clever in me self today so I reckon as how I'll have to cancel my appointment until such time as I am feeling a bit better. Thank you anyway." And with that he rang off