Day 12: Continued

The 3 lads are watching the Man U game from the other night. And naturally, Chris is reciting as many facts about the scummy Mancs as he sees fit. What the fuck am I supposed to do in this presence? I just can't be arsed watching a match that i already know the result of, and who scored the goals. It seems pointless when it's someone elses team. Yet Martin and SOAVE!!! seem happy about it, but I put that down to sheer boredom, and a desperation for something fresh in this stale environment.

On a side-note, I hate 2 mouldy hot dog rolls before. Not on purpose mind, but it shall be interesting to see what the next 2 hours bring in terms of sickness. :D

You and whose army?