...the thieving bastard who stole my Arsenal mug.
For over 4 years it stood proudly on my desk, turning itself into a crockery legend. Despite the attentions of former corridor Manure-ites G and R and despite lengthy holidays abroad, it survived all that was thrown at it. And I'm pretty sure that when I wasn't around, there were things thrown at it, eh G?
And this ain't no ordinary mug. This mug has the old, traditional Arsenal crest, something that you just can't buy these days and was actually purchased in the Arsenal souvenir shop at Highbury.
Feckin' bastard.
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