Dishwater. Paint. Rusty Nails.

You fill up my senses,
Like a gallon of acid.
Like a packet of sprout seeds.
Like a punch in the eye!
Like a night out in Barnsley,
Like a greasy head-banger
Like Sheffield United.
Come fill me again.
Na na na na naaa na.  Oooo!

Was bad, I'm afraid.  Lot of people were ready to go at HT (not me).  NDN (next door neighbour) has already said that he's not going to the Blackpool game.  Especially with Chelsea on the TV.

Hope this counts as a literary reference.  I'm dreading Wednesday morning.  Going to stick a fiver on Blackpool winning, to soften the blow.

(U)TB

Blades 1 - 1 QPR.  Although it feels like we lost.

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