Sports   (Talk about balls here.)

As I have the Three Witches of Mancbeth (or as they would be known if they were actually from Manchester) on ignore, I have no knowledge of their presumed repetitive, hideous cackles.

No doubt they were hunched and jostling around the pot taking turns to stir the spew with their usual splenetic bile.

However, one thing is for sure LG, you never fail to put a dagger to their hearts, (metaphorically speaking, of course).