The beach beckons . . . but first let's track down Ronaldo Graeme Macpherson on Saturday
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BEEN a week for big transfers. The Seychelles Sentinel wanted to poach me from The Herald to become their new Scottish football correspondent. Accommodation would be a luxurious beach house overlooking the sea. Office hours would be 11am to 1pm, two days a week, though working from home was also an option. Hammocks would be provided in the air-conditioned office for those feeling the strain. Filling the eight-page monthly newspaper with at least two stories from back home would mean an increase in my workload but I was willing to make the sacrifice.
The sports editor was in a contradictory mood, though, about letting me go. Or was he? "I wouldn't sell that mob a virus, " he snarled, before injecting a vial of ebola into my arm and booting me out the door. Alas, there was a last-minute snag just as I was about to head for the airport. Real Madrid had bid GBP80m for Cristiano Ronaldo and he needed someone to cover the story. I looked over at Dazza Boyband and the Mamba and realised they weren't there. Thus explaining the absent smell of hairspray and the unusual air of tranquility.See the full content of this document
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The beach beckons . . . but first let's track down Ronaldo Graeme Macpherson on Saturday
"Add some colour, " the sports editor barked, chucking me a packet of crayons. I knew what to do. I headed for the nearest tapas bar and loaded up on croquetas de pollo ...
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