I was musing at a tea break recently, we do a lot of musing at tea breaks, most workie breaks are all about reading the Sun or the Daily Record and talking about tits and fitba, but we take a more esoteric direction or discuss pre 1977 movies (Damn you Lucas). I imagine this is much to the dismay of the youngster I’ve got working with us just now, but what the hell, he’ll learn something different at least.
I decided in a grand fashion that all the things worth dying for begin with the letter “F”. Family, Freedom, Friends, the Future. A nearby voice piped in without a hint of irony or sarcasm “Aye, that’s right, and football’s in there as well”.