It’s been just over a week now since the sentencing of the men involved in the ‘trouble’ between fans when Plymouth visited Portsmouth back in April 2017. And I still can’t get my head around the sentences that were given out.
Had this situation been about anything other than football, none of these sentences would have been handed down.
I’m sure a lot worse happens on a Saturday night.
And unless anyone came to serious harm, the worst that will happen is a night sobering up in the cells and a caution in the morning.
I’m not saying it’s right to be fighting outside Pryzm on a Friday night or with Plymouth on a Saturday afternoon, but I find it hard to see what the real difference is.
The justice system in this country is a joke!
Isn’t it nice to know we’re in such safe hands?
It’s not as if anyone on the day was bowling about town, chinning pensioners and volleying children around the Guildhall Square.
The judge said ‘there were no serious injuries’.
And the first day of freshers week got off to a great start when police were called to Guildhall Square in the early hours after three people assaulted security.
A spokeswoman for Hampshire Constabulary said: ‘There were no arrests in regard to that’. What?
And there I was, wondering how many years these students were going to be spending in HMP Winchester.
I guess its only football fans.
And don’t get me started with the same old tired line ‘these aren’t football fans’ rubbish.
Get a grip!
There’s only so much DIY a man can take these days
I’ve got into a bit of DIY recently. And the Mrs thinks it’s because I’m approaching the approaching the big 4-0 and that’s what men my age do.
I was getting stuck in – it was like a rubbish version of 60 minute makeover, but spread over two weeks.
And then last Sunday, my suspicions were confirmed – DIY is just rubbish.
I dropped a chest of drawers on my foot, then I burnt my arm with a drill bit and moments later my drill packed up. And there’s only so much swearing and shouting at inanimate objects someone can do. Enough was enough.
The shelves can wait until next year. It’s not like it’s been three years since the project was started anyway.
People seem to make up stories for a bit of attention
A man from America has just released a book about his sexual encounters with aliens.
Apparently, it all started when he was 17-years-old and he’s even fathered children with his alien lover called Crescent. Sure you have mate, what a load of garbage!
I think that these people who spend their days searching for the Loch Ness Monster, hunting Bigfoot or making sweet love to aliens should belong on some sort of register.
How strange that there are never any witnesses or in this digital age, no actual video footage. It’s all a bit of fun thinking these things might be amongst us in this universe, but to make up stories about seeing them is ludicrous.