Finally

So, I've finally found a new title. It's not obviously funny, but if you watch the right TV programmes, you'll recognise it. T'other two choices were "Michael Nolan... who?" (courtesy of Jake Ross) or "Brand New Customers Only" (courtesy of the Nationwide adverts). I'm not too Roy (keen) on the first one, and the second one is just bizarre. So is "They Call Him Rutman", but there you go. The clown is down.

There's not really much I can talk about, really. Erm... Oh, I know what I can do. http://www.fmylife.com/ - Quite possibly the greatest website in creation (except this one, naturally). I've spent countless minutes chortling at other people's misfortune (which we all enjoy).

Also, it seems that Jose Mourinho has punched a United fan in the face. +10 respect. Serves hhim right, apparently he was goading Mourinho. He had no injuries (sadly) and didn't need treatment (sadly), so it leads me to ask. How the feck is it assault (what he's trying to get Mourinho done for) when there's basically no harm done. I patted a friend on the shoulder. I spose that's assault, too. I also gave a fella on the bus a funny look. GBH, anyone? Possibly deep emotional trauma, but everyone gets that when I look at them, funny or not. But (once again) I digress.


I have my cricket evaluation in PE on Wednesday. I haven't played in a real match since I was 13 (and that was an Under 15s game when I faced one ball and fielded two). I haven't even played in the garden since I was 15. If that. I have to transform into Shane Warne by Wednesday. Not happening. Ah well. Say larve.

Ha, looks like I did have some stuff to talk about after all. Who'd have thunk it?

They Call Him Rutman - bringing you a lot about a little since 2009.