By Dave
January 31 2005

An ex-mayor of Chicago takes to the floor amidst a row of fat Americans, who have left their trailers for the day and come to slap each other around for alleged infidelities with a goat and a tin of spam. Suddenly it goes quiet and Jerry wanders over for a Jerry moment with the viewers ‘I know we shouldn’t judge these people,’ he says ‘ but that tin of spam is now being offered therapy paid for by the program.’

A hush descends over the audience, then a muffled welsh voice is heard, then a slightly louder Scottish one.

‘I’ll play anyway’

‘Ya’ll gan to brummie land I am telling yee’

‘Yes but no but yes but no’

And Newcastle United the opera begins, the Fat one begins warming up for the final song (unable to find a woman he is ganna do a solo).

What started as a PR nightmare has now arrived at the station called farce. Right nail my colours to the mast, I never wanted Souness as manager (if he had grew his tash back it might have been different), I think Bellamy is probably our best player. But….

Its time for him to go, if he really cares about the club, he will let us make our money back. We can’t go on like this. What is the point of having a class player, if we are never going to play him?

For everyone’s sake, Bellamy has to go. Now if am honest I wouldn’t want to go to Birmingham either, given the fact that it’s an ugly place and often filled with Brummies. But the time has come Craig. Pick up the lip, kiss the sheep goodbye and let’s end this farce now.