We took the grandchildren to Whitby today. On the way, Mrs Vienna said, "There’s a field full of united fans down there. Well they’re sheep, anyway."
I pointed out that the sheep in the field were probably more intelligent than those, who infest the swamp on match days.
Later, we saw a family of three walking along a narrow road. The son was holding a surfboard horizontally and did nothing to move it as we approached in the car.
I then noticed that the man was wearing a Trafford red sox top, so I said, mainly to the kids, "There you are, I told you that rags are thick!"