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and said that he couldn't find anything wrong me me amd that I should.....

be injected with the 'anti-football fan' drug because football fanaticism was the only problem with me that needed treating. I struggled but the syringe was coming closer...

and finally it went into my arm. I felt the warm liquid enter my veins. I saw all the details of my past life flash before me. Now I was drifting into a soporific state, and then finally - blackness. When I woke up I had no memories of my past; my name or indeed of anything. All that I felt was a warm glow, and a feeling of being at one with the planet and with these people who did not look like me, but with whom I had an infinity. I rose from the bed and ..........

turned the TV on to catch up with the football results. The problem started when...

the TV was tuned to a chick-flick and I actually started to enjoy it, whilst forgetting about the football on the other channel......what was happening to me?

There were some great stars in the film, Hugh Grant, Liz Hurley, ....

where did I get those names from. I was really dreaming!! I pinched myself and woke up. Fancy thinking that an alien space craft would have a TV on it!! The aliens couldn't even speak my language! Their form of entertainment was mind reading and playing games that were powered through their mind processes! I watched in wonderment as two of the aliens .......

were wearing West Brom football shirts and tatoo's on there arms.

I soon realised that this was all in my mind and was obviously caused by the serum in the syringe, because when I looked again the aliens were wearing ballet skirts and dancing to Swan Lake.

And they were eating....