We All Know What We're Doing. Whether

Mouth Guard. And I Think We'll Start You In Goal." Goal Sounded Like A Special Job. I Didn't Want A Special Job, Unless That Special Job Involved Sitting On The Side Under A Pile Of Blankets.

I Had Always Assumed The Weekend Was A Holy Tradition, Respected By Good People Everywhere. Not So At Wexford.

I'm The Last Of The Mad Ones.

Hey! Jack The Wanker! Over Here! I Want Your Autograph!

It Was Clearly One Of Those Mornings When I Was Particularly American.