The Murder Of Words By The Coward Dave Peters

It’s been a while since the Meat Clinic has opened its doors, but in the lead up to Christmas we’re up to our elbows in guts and bone and nut roast so if the phone keeps ringing leave a message and always change your message by pressing a button, afterwards.

Anyway, it’s time to make a stand against the latest bout of wormalism from the Bucks Free Press, a paper that stands for the deep integrity of south Bucks. The sport department, when they are not pasting goose fat on their own skulls and wedging themselves inside anyone connected with London (haaaaaaa) Wasps, have now been reduced to scanning the gasroom and writing up any spurious rumour as a RED HOTT EXLSSIVE.

(The latest one being a laughable Di Canio to Wycombe suggestion that Wanderers boss Paul Lambert was forced to deny.)

The lack of effort they make in reporting on Wycombe is a clear example of how the town in general has fallen out of love with WWFC since the arrival of our loveable drop-kicking tenants. Wycombe Wanderers are now the fat Belgian penfriend of the town, while Wasps are the exchange student from Geneva with a muscular frame and a flick-knife.

Until Wycombe get busy and cool the fuck up, the Bucks Free Press are never going to write sensibly about the club again. Swings and roundabouts dear readers, swings and that.

07.12.2007. 23:12

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