Going All Arsecast On Your Arses
At the risk of some shameless self promotion, those of you accustomed to my loquacious witterings in printed word form, might be interested to hear my dulcet tones on this week`s arsecast. Having made myself a steaming hot mug of sugary tea and locked myself in a darkened room, I picked up the blower and had a chat with arseblogger about Jack Wilshere- the player and the tackler, Marouane Chamakh, impressions of the crushing of Shakhtar Donetsk as well as thoughts on the weekend visit to Manchester Council Accommodation.
You can catch the chinwag on www.arseblog.com. All the technical mumbo jumbo about how you go about downloading the arsecast onto your i-wotsits or onto jack plugs that then beam the cast directly into your brain via an infra red signal carried by space pixies can be found on the site. If you`re a technological Luddite like me, you can just click the embedded link at the bottom of the page. If you`re a Stoke City player and you want to listen, bang screen and grunt until pleasant noise appears. Cheers.LD.
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