Zara Phillips or even (at a push) Nat Phillips might have gotten a grudging nod but Kalvinās chances of success are miniscule. What does he do for celebrity status do you mind me asking
When Kalvin Phillips crept in under the hedge thereās room for optimism.
Probably best not revisit Leeson - one of the Gleesons would be a better bet.
In other news the loss of the Panama has mellowed the adjudicator a tad.
Destroyed in a drink related accident was reported on the news. No further context supplied so you are free to envisage whatever scenario you fancy.
My theory is the wearer was down in Waterford and went out to pick a bucket of sloes heād spotted during the day. Now heād had a few scoops between a boozy lunch and another few with dinner but as he stretched for a mammoth branchful he toppled into a field head first and a viscous bastard of a terrier made clane shit of the hat.
Spilled a glass of red wine over it in France. Thought it was ruined but left it out in the sun for a couple of weeks to bleach and itās as good as new, with a tiny pinkish hue to add a bit of character.
Ok then
Who? Robbie Savage
Where? Getting into or out of a black Lamborghini at Macclesfield Town FC yesterday about 1115am. This cut a jarring chord, as Macclesfield is on its uppers. He parked across two bays right in front of the stadium beside the main silk road in as obtrusive a place as possible. The doors opened upwards, and the lambo had a Matt black wrap. There was a sign in front of the car on the car park saying āNo Parkingā. It stood out against the motley few fiestas and the like in the half empty car park.
Robbie was all hair, fake looking tan and white teeth.
We cycled on into town and had a lovely coffee in the sun outside flour and salt, admiring the considerable talent on display, before buying lunch for my pals daughter (in Greggās), dropping it up to the cricket ground where she was playing for the Cheshire u11 development squad, had a nice chat with the two Yorkshire coaches, before wandering back towards hurdsfield where we found the traffic backed up in both lanes for a good half mile.
Being on bikes, we cycled down the wrong side of the road to the silk road roundabout where the cops had stopped the traffic as a car was being loaded onto a truck. It was a Matt black Lamborghini which had either had a crash, or broken down.
There was no sign of Robbie, and if it had been three miles away in alderley edge, Iād think nothing of it, but Macclesfield is just a normal working town that neither a footballer nor wag would be seen dead in, so I like to think it must have been Robbieās car, and he had to get the bus home.
The End
**Robbie may have been considered to be at work at Macclesfield football club, though his main job is punditry and looking like a Ted Baker model.