Dammit! The bit about Sunday’s match was over before before I remembered Championship Throw-in was on last night and Liam Hayes was on it too, so I’m sure I missed a few crackers from the oddball Meathman. At least I did catch the even madder Vincent Browne afterwards on whose programme ex-politician Ivan Yates was pulling the piss out of Mad Vinnie, reminding him that his writ didn’t run beyond these shores and that the likes of Sarkozy, Merkel and the rest didn’t really give two flying fucks for what Vinnie had to say about Lisbon. It was good though not as good, I’m sure, as Liam This Man Doesn’t Know Who’ll Win the All-Ireland Hayes would have been earlier on.
I also managed to catch the weather forecast earlier in the evening, delivered by Monaghan’s finest Gerry Oh Well, We Can Expect Murphy, that nice country lad – the kind you wouldn’t object to see coming through the door to pick up the sister to go dincin’ (though I guess the young people today don’t go dincin’, do they? ). And what did Gerry have to say about Sunday, you might well ask? Oh well, we can expect showers and more showers and a bit of sun and then maybe some more showers. It’s not going to be too warm either, by the looks of it.
Still, it can’t be as bad as the last time I was at McHale Park, when all we were missing from the seasonal weather was the beardy lad and a few of his reindeer. Mind you, that fleece (you know the one, don’t you?) would have come in handy but Postman Pat still hasn’t delivered it to Chez WJ.