I haven’t contracted it yet, but to prepare myself for the inevitable, have obtained copies of various DVDs for training material – Dustin Hoffman’s Outbreak, 28 Days Later and, most useful of all, Babe: Pig in the City.
I am also taking bets on who the first Premiership football player to contract the virus will be… Players most likely to fall ill include frequent ‘sick notes’ Michael Owen, Owen Hargreaves, Kieren Dyer and current favourite, Louis Saha.
Newcastle 0-0 Portsmouth
Dire game. Newcastle didn’t look like scoring. Pompey didn’t look much better either, but could have punished the Geordies for some dodgy defending.
Liverpool will be licking their lips ahead of Saturday’s game.
Like a wart or an unsightly mole, I worry that the performance from DJ Talent on Britains Got Talent (see yesterday’s blog) is growing on me, after it was played and discussed numerous times at work today.
Then I listened again to Susan Boyle’s entry and it reminded me what talent really is and how crap the wannabe DJ is.
Besides filling his mouth with metal, cover himself in chav jewellery from Argos, playing some really annoying tune and shouting over the top of it, what has this guy done?
I was amazed he went through. Even more amazed that Simon Cowell enjoyed his excuse for an act.
Surely his name “DJ Talent” is ironic.
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