McNumpty Strikes Again.

Well dear friend, a year hath passedeth sincth I latht updated thith blog and crickey where hath thith lithp come from? Thurely Me and the Mighty McNumpty don't have a thingle communicative flaw between uth.

And yet. And yet. Phil has been up to his old tricks again, writing in treble dutch about premiership Atlases without a compass, Wolves. Here's a flavour, a back from the dead flavour like a kitchen supper for zombies round at call me Dave's......that makes little sense but it doesn't matter because for one night only, Phil McNumpty's Catechism of Cliche is Back!

That's a remarkable silence you detected at Molynieux, Phil. What did you alone hear in it?

- I heard the echo of resignation, wait, and I heard the echo of relegation.

What a remarkably echo-ey load of non-sounds from the Midlands, Phil.

YODEL-EH-OOP-EEEEE-OO! Cup o Bovril please Duck! Ta!

At the opposite poles of the class system Phil, you note it's not just Betty Windsor suffering from identity issues but also sacked ex-manager Mick McMousey who habitually employs which first person plural when talking about Wolves?

- Ah you must mean "the Wolves 'we'."

Indeed I do.

Do Posh Mick and Wolves have a Bentley Continental or an Ant Hill Mob 1927 Big Six President Model ES-7 passenger sedan Studebaker to travel between leagues, then, Phil?

-No.

So how pray tell are Mick's Wolves going to get to the Championship?

- They will walk there of course.

I bet they'll get the bus back though, eh?

That penalty decision, Phil.

- Yes?

The one debated, long and loud as though with one voice, between the whole of Mick's Wolves and Molineux and the entire city of Bolton.

-Yes?

Who was the debate settled by, single handed, from the rostrum of the spot, like the noble Mark Antony after the death of Caesar?

- By Petrov of course!

And Mick's Wolves you say have accelerated that walk to the championship, despite having wilted like neglected flowers?

- What of it?

So, they're power-walking to the Championship like thirsty invading alien ambulatory killer flora, the triffids, in search of a drink, Phil?

- You might say that. If you were being pedantic.

The last word there to the great man. Don't miss his latest nonsensical masterpiece of metaphorical admixture at

http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/philmcnulty/2012/03/ wolves_plight_exposes_patchwor.html