Bad news as Wayne’s world implodes
So I presciently wrote last week, and on Sunday we saw the pay-off, which unfortunately for us has all the signs of becoming a long-running Rixian farce.
(Flush with my soothsaying success, I am looking again into my crystal ball and, yes… “I can make out an image… it’s a slightly chubby, angry Scouse-wife... she has a baby in one arm… and a large rolling-pin at the end of the other… I foresee many nights on the couch, young Wayne, and, possibly, you writing out a cheque for €10million…”