Too sweet thatI can't celebrate until we're 100% over the line. I mean, I know we're promoted, it's almost a dead cert but it's not totally done and dusted. Quite frankly, I need it definitively confirmed before I break out the Southern Comfort and get ludicrously drunk and start a fire in my garden and undercook sausages on it and then drink some more and strip half naked and start slagging off the neighbours for saying I'm making too much noise and then regaling the wife with stories about football in the 90s before urinating behind the tree in the garden while singing loudly about putting cats in bins.
Break out the J.D.