Honestly, Bob Mortimer mate.
If only you'd not done whatever it was that you did for all those years that may or may not have contributed to you having to have a triple heart bypass and cancelling the tour then I wouldn't have to go and watch some bloody rubbish league one football tonight.
Me, me, me, it's all about me.
But no it isn't, all of the above was a joke.
Hopefully Bob is on the road to recovery.
Let's hope that my football team can manage some sort of recovery against the undecided-how-to-pronounceables tonight and get more than half way toward five points*.
Bottoms up.
* it's 3 points for a win you see, yes, weak I know, unlike the beer.
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