Well, hello. Welcome to the post No Mercy edition of The Live Wire, the column that pigged out on Pot Noodle, nacho chips and Red Bull, and feels kinda… fragile today. Go figure.
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Well, hello. It’s the weekend of a pay per view, so I guess that means it’s Predictamania time. Woo. Let me contain my eager yelps of excitement, as I am deadly excited about this show. NOT!!!
Well, hello. Welcome to this week’s edition of The Live Wire, that is amazingly fine, having attempted to drain Glasgow’s finest hostelries of copious amounts of alcohol over the weekend, thanks to the Smash Night Out Version 3.0.
Well, hello. It’s Monday. It’s raining. It’s after dinner-time. I don’t have any ice cream, so I’d better do something else instead of stuff my face further. Guess I should be doing a column then. You LUCKY people! So, with the sounds of The Darkness blaring in the background… we’ll begin.
Well, hello. So, peeps – it is that fateful time once more… the time that I have to sit and pretend that I know what I’m doing and write something, and the time you have to pretend to enjoy it. Well, at least some of you should! Please? Oh, alright then. humph!
Well, hello. Welcome to your post Unforgiven edition of the Live Wire – this week, I had a good sleep, and I put that down to what allegedly happened last night. Yes, folks, if you like the usual positive review that I try and give PPVs, then don’t read on. Just assume that I didn’t like it, and come back next week.
Well, hello. It’s the weekend of a Pay Per View – which means it’s prediction time – whooo! The one time of the month where I can make a fool of myself…wait, you mean I do that every week? well, I’ll be DAMNED! Anyway, Faarooq impressions aside, there are some matches to be prdictamated – so let’s get it on!
Well, hello. Welcome once more to The Live Wire, the column that’s too dumb to realise when it’s outstayed it’s welcome, and is actually sitting in front of your TV right now. Oh yes. And it’s a comfy chair, may I say…
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TLW: Brutal
Well, hello. Welcome once more to The Live Wire – the home of the only column that has an intro like this! Granted every other column is damned proud of that, but hey, whatcha gonna do?
Well, hello. Welcome to this week’s edition of The Live Wire, this week fighting of a dose of the common cold by drinking whisky – a 10 year old Balvenie and a 12 year old Glenfiddich to be exact – so you’ll excuse me if I make less sense than usual as the whisky hit kicks in…