Wayne's world

From the middle of pub-induced lethargy i need to return to the keyboard. I want to fight. Wayne (Väinö in Finnish) Rooney (Puuro = porridge).

Such a boring bloke. Just caressed a non-edgy shaped projectile too much when young. And now Sir Winston is only leading 6-5. And the LAD has 60 years (ok, also about 20,000 bottles of whisky) to go ...

In addition to his vast selection of expletives, "The England and Manchester United star will have to find about 500,000 more words to fulfil the biggest deal in the history of sports publishing - a £5m advance from HarperCollins for a five-volume autobiography over the next 12 years."

Sir Winston Churchill's Nobel prize-winning memoirs of the second world war only ran to six volumes, so Rooney, 21 in October, and who has only played top-flight football for four years, will have his work cut out," The Guardian writes.

I'm a Big believer in reduction theory.

Wham, bhanm, thank you grandmam. (Nuu woollies, Vein. Nuu. Juust gou oon)

I mean it is difficult to finish a blog entry without referring to certain notorious event involving Wayne and Mancunian 2nd generation ... model-citizens.

As the rest will be history (or HISStory), I will stop forever on this subject.

Sorry, Wayne. No photo will be attached to this one.

It is the little children. Scary stuff and all that, you see...