| For
lunch, I cobble together some John
West tuna and a bit of mouldy sweetcorn,
while the big KO is no doubt swanning
around Barnsley taking in some of
Yorkshire finest dining options.
And don't even get me started on
the several grand a week that nestles
into his bank account.
But what really gets my goat is
the fact by the time the team coaches
left Wembley yesterday the roads
around North-West London would have
been as clear Paul Burrell's conscience
(apparently), unlike the 82,000
other poor sods who had to cram
themselves onto the shambles that
is London's wholly inadequate transport
system.
As the old Chinese proverb
goes, sympathy comes with a lift
home .. |
