In deep doo-doo.

It’s that time of year again when there seems to be a surfeit of eligible females carousing around the beer gardens of the Peak District ... no doubt on the lookout for a sugar daddy. Let me save you some grief girls; take it from Mecannylad, there is literally nobody less tempting and more dangerous than a single forty-something farmer from Eyam. They are all tighter than a shrimp's arse at 50 fathoms.

Before you know it you’ll be in deep doo-doo .... do yourself a big favour and stick with the posers in the city centre wine bars.

What a mug.

I kid myself I don't care ... after all its only a game. But why on earth does Mecannylad still invest so much of his emotional energy getting worked up over England's footballers? 


I can take the heartache; it's the bloody expectation I can't stand.