Let's just forget any of that happened, shall we? No need to go widescreen with the blog, "no need for braces, Donnie."
I have been given some excellent advice from across the Atlantic and it goes along the lines of 'leave Radge enough alone,' so I'm not changing things for the sake of it.
Anyway, today's headlines:
I've become a lover of eating grapefruit.
I'm England's unofficial eleventh-choice defensively minded attacking midfielder at the World Cup.
I've heard you can 'burn' coffee in the diffusion stage. How can you burn something with water?
It's about time Yamamori offered me a free Chicken Katsu Curry.
I still don't foresee ever drinking alcohol again, and I'm back at the tip toppermost of my health.
We all fear an indiscriminate killing spree, as in Cumbria.
I asked my sister Elmo for a random line for this blog, and she came up with '____________________________ ← Random Line.'
Elmo's meant to be the artistic and creative one.
I'm growing ever fonder of 30 Rock. It's no Entourage but Alec Baldwin's Jack Donaghy is comedy gold. However, he's no Ari Gold, who's even golder.
Pat Kenny gave Michael Noonan a warm, tight hug during the ad break for The Frontline last Monday. There was nothing disingenuous about it.
I want to play for VVV Venlo at least once in my lifetime.