Was enjoying Marc Overmars disembowel Man Utd's reserve fullback until — in a moment of weakness — I did the maths and realised that watching a 28-year-old match in 1998 would make it 1970.
We need a national conversation about the rise of "I'm an [occupation] — contrarian post-dash clause" headlines.
Me, an intellectual: we must accept that Britain is now a hot lectern dude country.
This reference was so specific even I forgot what it was for a moment.
See also: "I'm a [tribal identity] — but [betrayal of tribal expectation]"
Hot Lectern Dude 1,000% knows what he's doing and you're all falling for it.
Confirms my theory there are only so many voices. See also: Robert Jenrick and that friendly bald guy from Clarkson's Farm, Stephen Hendry and my cousin's husband Steve etc.
Maybe Andrew Bailey inadvertently told Jonathan Agnew something market moving, all I could think about was how much he sounds like a cross between Tim Shipman and Oliver Letwin.
Heathism, shillings, moon landings. I didn't sign up for this.