Treachery, incompetence, greed – just some of the words to describe the ongoing farce at Leeds United. If I had my way, all the staff (bar the youth team and tea lady) would be sacked and not step foot in Elland Road again.
KEN BATES – Chairman
Decrepit old man from Chelsea. A cancer at Leeds United, hiding behind the fact he saved the club from bankruptcy. On hindsight, I would have taken my chances with the administrators. Charing premium Premiership ticket prices for shit. A large percentage of the local Leeds fans are working class and cannot afford £35 a week – no wonder Leeds have poor crowds. I see Bates is now advertising windows for SafeStyle. A tad ironic that he is offering special deals – the Leeds fans don’t see them.
DENNIS WISE – Manager
I never wanted Wise as Leeds manager, however backed him when he took charge, hoping he would turn things around. Five months on and nothing has changed, if anything we are getting worse. Wise seems a nice enough chap, but in reality is clueless, inexperienced and punching above his weight as a football manager. Unprofessional rants to the media about disruptions in the dressing room have not helped Leeds United’s plight. Go back to Chelsea.
KEVIN NICHOLLS – Ex-Captain
Kevin Nicholls is now up there with Eric Cantona, Lee Bowyer and Harry Kewell. Not for being one of the best players to ever wear the white shirt – he’s been shit. Nicholls is now in “The Elland Road Hall of Shame”. Last week, Nicholls approached Wise and asked if he could return to his previous club, Luton Town. Obviously Nicholls isn’t the strong character he likes to portray. He is a weak, feeble “man”, and if his ambition is to play for a small club like Luton, let him go back. Cunt.
ALL THE OTHER PLAYERS (Bar the youth)
Useless, overpaid, overrated, overweight failures. The end of the season can’t come soon enough. Whatever division Leeds are in next year, I hope every one of the current squad has fucked off elsewhere.
Download my mix of Dennis Wise crying to the media.
Something terrible happened last night. With a barrel of a gun pressed close to the base of my skull, Mr. White forced me to create a MySpace account!!!
As we all know, MySpace is for losers and cunts, but I’m hoping that I can make a difference, and by registering on the network, change these “yobs” into respectable citizens. If I can persuade just one MySpace user to put down the surf board and crack pipe, get a job and start to use the English language correctly, I feel that I would have accomplished something.
If you want to see my MySpace account, you can check it out here. Unlike most MySpace accounts, my page contains NO viruses, NO spyware, NO animated GIFs and NO images of 50 Cent.
You won’t find any images like this on my MySpace
This is my angry face
Tuesday afternoon, I called them asking if a Sky engineer could call round on Friday to install a satellite dish. “Not a problem” I was told. When you hear those three words, a rational person would take them to mean “OK” or “We can do that for you”.
Why was it then, that with the Sky engineer minutes from my front door, my letting agency appear to know absolutely fuck all about the arrangement and point blankly refuse to come out. Tossers.
This left me with the embarrassing task of calling Sky, telling them that I have been fucked over by my agents and could they please piss off somewhere else.
Sky have re-booked the installation for Tuesday 13th March. If that doesn’t go through, I think I’ll be committing murder.
These last few days, I have been making hundreds of telephone calls in relation to my recent flat move. It seems that every company, whether it is for gas, home insurance or telephone is out to financially rape you.
- Endsleign Insurance – tried to charge me £60 a month for cover. I snubbed them for a company I was “more than lucky” to find.
- BT – all I wanted was a telephone line. Why do I have to keep telling their operators I don’t want any of their broadband packages! Also, why does it cost £25 to reconnect me? Surely it just takes a few clicks on the keyboard?
- Gas/Elec – This was a hard enough task in itself. Originally, NOBODY knew who supplied my gas. At one point I was told I didn’t have a supply, I duly corrected them by saying I could se a blue flame inside my boiler. Now either I have a gas supply, or somebody has stuck a firework inside it.
- Council – Simple enough to sign up. Bath and North East Somerset are rip-off merchants though, charging their residents some of the most extortionate council tax rates in Europe. Personally, I would rather not fund The Spa and Team Bath Football Club!
- Sky – Richard Branston will disagree with me, but unbelievably, Sky have been OK this week. They sent an engineer round on Tuesday to try and install a dish. He couldn’t pick up a signal as the neighbours have a ridiculously high tree in their garden. Sky are coming back tomorrow with an extra tall ladder to put a dish right at the top of the building, apparently for no charge… apparently.
About Me
So you stumbled across my blog. No doubt after searching for something bizarre on Google. Before you hit that 'Back Button', why not stay and have a read for a few minutes?
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You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
