Harry's Game

Are you a congenital idiot, do you spell like a two year old, has the ability to e mail, text, write a letter, use a computer or remember where you stashed three hundred grand eluded you? If so, then good news!

According to the pundits, (not the things you buy strawberries in) you are in line to be the next manager of the England football team and earn  receive many millions of pounds per year. Although it does of course beg the question, how, given that you can't actually grasp the rudiment of arranging letters into a semi-meaningful order, will you be able to make your application?

Perhaps the nice man that invests his money in your overseas bank account will help.

Furthermore, given the intellect of the other millionaires you will be coaching appears to be roughly the same as a Mallard's, you will be hailed as a genius with a brain larger and brighter than the sun (or the mirror for that matter). The masses will hail your arrival as the new messiah and cry "God for Harry, England and St George" and any dark thoughts regarding even the slightest possibility of tax evasion will be hurled away into the night air, like rolls of Izal aimed at the keepers head.

A Mallard








Am I bothered that HMRC have wasted 8 million of hard earned tax payers cash on this fiasco?

Am I in the least bit vexed that someone with the apparent literary and accounting skills of a Gannet can seriously be considered for a Publicly funded job paying millions?

Too bloody right I am!






A Gannet









It's not just the bankers who are trousering fortunes, there are lots more balls that need kicking as well - you know what I mean Harry.