Date: 14th June 2007 at 12:41pm
Written by:

Call me a non-conforming malcontent, but I wholeheartedly disagree with the concept of marriage. When at Alton Towers, I absolutely love it on the log flume, but after a few rides, I should be free to have a go on the black hole.

Itʼs a statistical fact that if a couple of a similar age marry, the male has the shorter life expectancy. I havenʼt read up on the reason behind this, but my hunch would be the ʽuntil death do us partʼ line in the ceremony.

There are occasionally extenuating circumstances for staying with the same partner for a significant number of years, but there arenʼt that many blonde, mute, orphaned, former gymnast cleaners wandering the streets.

Steven Gerrard, Michael Carrick, John Terry and Gary Neville are all making a huge rick by taking their partners up the aisle this weekend. I donʼt wish to scaremonger, but if my marriage is anything to go by, the brideʼs libido is replaced by an appetite for cake the moment the ring makes contact with the finger.

Gary Neville would love for David Beckham to show up on his big day, but Becks will be busy training for Real Madridʼs title decider. Few would argue with the fact that Beckham deserves a medal; if only for his quick thinking in getting out of the Neville do. The slow-witted bint-beaten former golden boy of English football will finally get his hands on something other than Rebecca Loos; Real Madrid are absolute bankers at 2/13 at home to Mallorca.

Steven Gerrardʼs marriage to orange pancake-eater Alex Curran will undoubtedly be the glitziest affair. The couple originally wanted Gary Barlow to perform at the reception, but decided to go for a more upmarket feel and order a karaoke machine instead. The 11/4 for the red-hot Villarreal to snatch a point off Seville is enough to make me burst into a quality rendition of ʽthe size of a cowʼ.

Iʼm really enjoying the Under-21 tournament in Holland. To be honest, after five years of marriage, Iʼd be interested in anything under 21 stone. Portugal are the pick of the weekend punts at 2/5 against the underwhelming Israelis.

Once again, Big Brother has managed to completely hook me in. Tracey is probably the most interesting character in the series; Iʼm sure the mad raver would look a picture on her wedding day; as would her lovely bride. Tracey is now second favourite behind ʽany otherʼ in the outright market, but Iʼd rather be on Gerry at 5/1. So to speak.

Iʼm like any other young male whoʼs visited London, weʼve all done Charley a couple of times. Itʼs not easy to win the title of the most annoying member of the Richardson clan, but Charley has romped home practically unchallenged. The mouthy nause is an absolute certainty to be the next housemate evicted after the maladroit Shabnam.

Is Lewis Hamilton a flash in the pan or the real deal? This may well be the easiest question to answer since ʽWill John Terry have a bouncer at his wedding reception.ʼ The even money for Hamilton to take the title is shining like a doormanʼs eye after a meeting with Jody Morris.

Just because Iʼm anti-marriage, it doesnʼt make me a misogynist; thatʼs purely a coincidence. Espanyol, Valencia, Real Madrid and a Seville draw form a 14/1 weekend accer that I can really commit to.

By Gerry McDonnell

 

6 Replies to “We have to stop the Blubber Ring”

  • Seriously what is the point of this ridiculous article, get a life (or a wife worth looking at) and write about the Villa, i’d rather hear nonsense like McCann was a legend than this

  • I think we should set up a charity to get her some laser eye surgery so she can see what the T**T looks like.

  • I think you will find that she thinks his wallet looks mighty fine…. not saying that all women are gold digging, money grabbing, who res, but………. most …………….. (obviously that does not apply to any female Villan) I’ll get me coat

Comments are closed.