Tardiness makes the heart grow mongol
“Apostrophes fans in the Grammar End show their anger”
Super A’s fans organised a 4-hour naked protest after yesterday’s match to voice their concerns over late match reports.
“Honestly, I don’t know what the hell is going on!” one particularly angry fan seethed, the front of his tan corduroys darkening with urine as he spoke. “I mean… the match reports were pretty rubbish anyway, but as a life-long season ticket holder I deserve my weekly dose of Apostrophes goodness, and who the hell do these people think they are to deny me?”
The club refused to comment, citing witchcraft and The Ghost of Christopher Reeve as the primary obstacles to the publishing process, but off-the-record, unsubstantiated rumours suggest that the Super A’s chief copywriter is undergoing “stress”, “badness” and “onion-mojo depletion” – in no particular order.
That pretty much summed up my feelings on the situation