Pomegranates & Polonies

Mind your beeswax, Fulham-striped friends, the football/fashion dichotomy has just taken a fist to the solar plexus!

You’ve noticed – surely, you have – that our boys have just received a brand-new outfit to peddle their footballing wares in – it’s the butcher’s best ain’t it, and that’s not even close to being a fib.

I like the new kit. It’s simple, like me. And, as we all know, simplicity is the hand-maiden of style’s younger brother.

Well, now that the team are all correctly kitted-out, there’s no excuse for not mounting a realistic challenge on 15th place next season. And if they ultimately under-achieve – like fanny they will! - at least they’ll do so in a dapper fashion.

Anyway, I’m off to spit pomegranate pips at all the teenage polonies scowling down Munster Road – somebody needs to.

And in the meantime my good chums, remember: it’s easier to break the egg of style than to lay it.

Flamin’ scallions and Up The Fulham!