I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.
As a kid I would be put to bed when my parents had guests and because I was such a show-off I would go to my mum's room, put on her nightdress and Jackie Onassis shawl, run downstairs, go outside, ring the doorbell and pretend to be one of the guests. I'd say, 'Hello, I'm Mrs. So-and-So.'
Any professional league that goes on strike right now - that's just suicide.

