Scottish Arsenal fan, suffering from an over-estimation of wit. Wispa Gold saviour. Fanshare. Aspiring commentator.
Conversations surrounding the beautiful game make up the lion's share of my contact with fellow humans. Any other topic is given short shrift as my attention interminably wanders towards football once more. It matters not if I'm involved in dialogue with colleagues, friends, family or infuriating customer service assistants - conversations always find a way to involve football.
Current Affairs is a wide and constantly evolving topic. I do enjoy a quick dip into the droves of stories that whizz by in this ever-changing genre. The main parameter that separates itself from its news peers is the fact it is time-dependent. As the title is CURRENT Affairs - this signifies it centres on what is currently doing the rounds during every lunch break.
On social networks regarding our beloved club, it has been rivalries.
With the twirling, dusty winds of the plains battering each building that inhabited what the denizens called a town, these very people were hunkered down in the saloon. The place that old or young frequented, it was the epicentre for all. Ol' Adrian was rushed off his feet trying to serve all who were drinking this day. Lucky enough the only thing on the menu was whisky.
Jamie was letting his fingers do the talking, playing endless ditties on the organ. The tunes he belted out on the ivories weren't exactly melodic but enough to blot out people focusing on their humdrum existence. The whisky helped too.
