Last night, on this blog, I cast doubt on Paul Gascoigne's claim to be Pope John Paul II's best mate.
And then tonight, after being out for the evening, I arrived home to discover that Gazza has arrived at the police cordon in Northumberland claiming to be a pal of Raoul Moat who, as I write, is standing up with a gun to his napper.
Do you sense a pattern?
I'm off to bed shortly but, by the morning, there's every chance Geordie Rambo might be deed, man.
And Gazza might be safely back behind lock and key.
And then tonight, after being out for the evening, I arrived home to discover that Gazza has arrived at the police cordon in Northumberland claiming to be a pal of Raoul Moat who, as I write, is standing up with a gun to his napper.
Do you sense a pattern?
I'm off to bed shortly but, by the morning, there's every chance Geordie Rambo might be deed, man.
And Gazza might be safely back behind lock and key.
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