When The Locker Room asked me to do the guest intro, I thought I'd just bang down some crap about squeezing Gazza's balls and leave it at that.
Now though, I'm sitting here in California writing it – it's mid-morning, sun’s shining, birds are singing, I'm by the pool... I just finished the sport section and I started thinking about you lot, running round in the pissing down rain while I'm lying here, sunning myself – it just got me thinking; sometimes, don't you look round and think it's a funny old world?
Look at Arnold Schwarzenegger. First off he was the World's Strongest Man, then he was THE Hollywood action hero. He kicked Predator's arse. Then, all of a sudden you turn round and the Terminator's had himself a face lift and got elected Mayor of California and you're like "where the fuck did that come from?"
