Naughty 'Amster, perish the thought. Mind you, I guess it would look a bit too obvious pulling a sickie next Saturday morning on the coach to Fratton Park. Poor old Derek must be sticking pins in his Brent doll, but I think it's got a stab vest on.
It's a pity EHJ or EJH isn't still with us to give the benefit of his logic that promised so much yet delivered diddly in the real world, apart from Brunty's brief efforts and flirtation with a football employment contract.
It's always difficult to know who to marry when you've got a choice or three. I can see Roob's dilema, can he afford to get drawn into the middle of a full blown handbag job between two floozies. Best duck out, and head down to Pz territory and eat some fish.