Looks can be deceptive

Cam, my son, is sat on the sofa watching his favourite TV programme Top Gear. Harriet is destroying a bottle of milk next to him. The other girls, mother and daughter, are having a girly night out with friends at the cinema. That leaves me to put the children to bed, eventually!, and then sit down to wade through the third series of Prison Break.
As with most of these American Dramas take your eye off the ball and your suddenly thirty episodes down, so while I can it's a case of Sofa, bloodshed and tattoos. I have given up on Lost, the plot on that programme is not thickening it's actually set, and I haven't even seen 24 or the other popular one I can't think of that everyone watches.
The thing is we Brits accept these decent American imports and just enjoy them, whereas the Yanks take our best stuff such as The Office and completely nause it up. I'm surprised they haven't Americanised The Royle Family with old Jim sporting a set of Whitened Knashers and Barbara breast implants.
Going back to Prison Break and Tattoos. I took my little firecracker Hatty, or Hatty Beast, as she calls herself to the supermarket this afternoon. While there I had to remind her not to stare as she was fixated on a couple of lads in there. But as I turned round to see what she was so interested in I found myself doing the old 'Google Box' and 'Neck Brace' such was the spectacle. Now I don't mind tattoos, in football you come across some real beauties.
Chris Todd's Welsh Flag, fist and stars , Manse's Nursery rhyme and Chinese takeaway order, Northy's bulldog and even an old mate of mine John Ashton's Ten Commandments, completely covering his back( even though he has never adhered to one of them in his life!). But what I saw, that Harriet was so intrigued by, was in a word, mental.
We are talking massive, ear to ear, spider's web chin strap, creeping Ivy growing up his back to the top of his head, a teardrop below both eyes and to cap it off two earrings the size of fifty pence pieces wedged in between his ear lobes. Oh and his ears were covered with ink for good measure. I don't know if he was popping in for a pint of milk or a pint of blood.
In saying that looks can be deceptive. In my Northampton days I walked into a Jaguar garage with my long hair, ripped jeans and beanie hat on. I was nearly escorted off the premises!!!!. Yet when one of the lads from the workshop recognised me as a Northampton player the kettle went on and the finest 'dunkers' came out. I also remember going back home to Grimsby to help my Dad out in his garage and workshop. Complete with overalls on, oil on face, and a pick-up for wheels I stopped at a cashpoint. As I was waiting for the old 'Spondoolics' to appear a couple walked past me and I overheard the guy say "Jesus that's Chris Hargreaves, he used to play football and for Town as well, look at him now what a loser". I was actually playing for West Brom at the time!.

On to tomorrow and as ever it is a very important game. We will concentrate on ourselves and nothing more, and hopefully by this time tomorrow we will all be one game nearer promotion.

CH