That's what I'm writing about, kooks. Deal with it!
'Haven't you got any PR emails, boss?'
Yeah, loads, Voice. Loads!
Actually, I received three emails from LSEG Lipper yesterday, all about the same thing. Corrections, I think.
'Ha! Was that Nsikan again?'
No, no. It was someone else.
'Oh.'
Never mind.
Maybe I'll take a look at that email next Monday. Today though ... ... ... I'm just writing about stuff.
'What stuff, boss?'
Well ... I walked to Richmond and back yesterday, as is my wont.
'Because you wanted to.'
Exactly. In Richmond, I bumped into Roy Hodgson, the former England football manager.
'Oh.'
Yeah. I didn't know who he was at first, but I thought to myself: That guy has got a football face.
'Ha! What on earth is a football face?!'
Voice, a football face is the face of a person who is involved in football in some capacity.
'Oh.'
I mean, you can just tell.
Anyway, I'm not into football at all really, so I Googled "England Football managers" and I discovered it was Roy.
'Nice one!'
Yeah, I suppose. But the thing is, on the way back home, I was walking up the steps from the river to Kew Bridge, and who else did I bump into?
'Alan Shearer.'
Don't be ridiculous. No. Ian Brown from The Stone Roses.
'What, again?!'
Yeah, again. He lives in Chiswick, you see. He was with a couple of friends, and talking in his Manchester accent, as is his wont.
'Because he wanted to.'
Yes.
'Did you ask him for his autograph this time?'
No.
'Why not?!'
I'm not into music any more, Voice. You know that.
'Shame.'
