The Imaginary Diary of Graham Spiers

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Friday, 20 November 2009

Secret Diary, Friday 20th November

Before I got to Radio Clyde yesterday evening, I popped into the SFA to find out what either Gordon Smith or George Peat had to say about the Ireland France business and also to find out how they felt about Scotland dropping to third seeds for Euro 2012. I was walking towards the steps at Hampden when I spied George striding across the carpark, briefcase under arm, bowler hat on, so I shouted his name. He turned to look at me and tripped over a hazard sign and landed face first in wet concrete. Almost immediately, Gordon Smith came running to his aid but slipped on the wet ground and he too fetched up in the wet concrete. The two of them sat there, covered from head to foot, glaring at each other so I thought I'd seize my moment. 'What about this Irish controversy then fellas?'
'Oh come on,' said Smith, wiping concrete from around his eyes and flicking it away. 'It's only a bloody song, get over it will you?'
'No, the Henry handball for the French goal, what's your take?' I corrected him.
'I didn't hear you this keen to right wrongs when it was Scotland going out to a corrupt decision against Italy, Spiers' said Smith, getting up.
'So the SFA don't care for Ireland then?' I asked.
'That's not what I said and you know it' said Smith, helping Peat up.
'And you support French cheating?' I continued to pursue him, the journalistic bit between my teeth.
'You're never this vocal when Celtic are going down like Italians at Tobruk' said Smith as he and Peat walked towards the Hampden steps. Just at this moment, a bakers delivery van drove past without Smith or Peat seeing it coming. The driver swerved to avoid them and hit a wall sending his back doors flying open and a huge bag fell out and burst in front of Smith and Peat covering them in flour.
Story secured for the day: 'SFA in Anti-Irish Celtic Jibes', I was now ready for my stint at Radio Clyde.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dear Meester Graham

Please contacting me, no word, no seeing you since Rebpublican Bhoys get big hand in balls then no go South Africa. All republican Bhoys hurting, how you say "bad week" for them and me. Business very poor i glad this week i have "the painters in" give call arrange meetings next week.

Ps Republican Bhoy not in belly, "win some lose some".

22 November 2009 at 16:16  

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