Take a look at the world news today. The European Union is on the brink of collapse (fancy that .. the French pulling out of something), there's millions starving all the world, North Korea and others are threatening the security of the "Free World"(tm) with veiled comments about nuclear testing and what's the biggest story in Britain today ...? Some Yank has bought Manchester United football club and the locals don't like it.
To be fair, Manchester is the city that brought us Terry Christian and Oasis so we know the general IQ of the population is slightly lower than a snake's belly (all right our kid, mad fer it etc) but when the only thing to happen in their sad little world is that someone takes over the local sports team you have to know that all's not well.
So, what's their problem with the sale of Man Utd? Apparently, American businessman Malcolm Glazer wants to MAKE MONEY from it!! Who'd have thought it??? By my reasoning that means the previous owners did it for the love of the game and weren't interested in the millions of pounds in cash that poured into the bank. Maybe they just gave the profits to the poor, or they cashed it in for five pound notes and used them to wallpaper the living room, but according to the outrage of footer fans in Manchester they on no account took the money, or anything, surely?
It's a bit like saying the Coca Cola Company only produces Vanilla Coke out of the goodness of it's heart - it doesn't care about making a fast buck, it's all for the good of the people - awwww, nice eh?
So, here's today's quick advisory note to footer fans in Manchester: It's all about the money. It's nothing to do with the game of the football. You have all been brainwashed by big business into paying exorbitant amounts of cash for season tickets to see 90 minutes of 11 overpaid dimwits kick a ball about once every two weeks (season tickets only cover home games).
Let's take a look at the costs ... I just checked the web and discovered tickets cost (roughly) between £40 and £200 a go - face it, it's cheaper to call phone sex lines and the advantage of the phone sex is you don't have to freeze your balls off in a draughty stadium while someone standing next to you eats a lukewarm meat pie with his mouth open as the bloke in front of you farts all afternoon (though it would make a change from "Busty Miss Linda wants to staple your tackle toa dartboard - calls terminate in Dartford").
Face the facts. Manchester United is a football team second and a cashcow for the owners first - it doesn't matter if it's an Irish racehorse owner or some beardy Yank who's in control of the pursestrings it's all the same.
So cheer up you people of Manchester, you know there's nothing to change the situation so do something positive. Put your footballing differences aside for a second and do something that will benefit mankind - I suggest stringing Oasis up by the balls after crushing the vocal chords of the one who looks like a chimp. You know you'll feel better for it ...
The Internet - it's not just about porn ... no ... wait ...