Spotted ... Christmas Eve, in the Body Shop, sniffing on the Passion Fruit gel ... One Of Our Number. Clearly a few days away from the stuff had left the mystery sniffer gagging with an unquenchable craving.
He might call it Christmas shopping, but he had the panda-eyed look of a hopeless addict chasing his next Fruity fix. Football is rife with substance abuse, and now here it is in our midst, our own innocent little astroturf knock-about stained by the corrupted soul of the professional game.
A call to the Passion Fruit Priory has revealed that our mystery sniffer shows all the signs of being on his way to being the Norwich Gazza, the Body Shop Merson.
It has been noted how more and more of the Shower Gang claim to have "accidentally" left thier own gel at home, and queue up like little Golams to get heir hands on the purple pleasure potion.
Maybe it's time to switch the Grapefuit, or Begarmot?
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