The Frumplingtons

I was watching Match of the Day just now; or half-watching it, mesmerised as usual by the colourful advertising hoardings pitchside. For those who are really interested in the minutiae, the match was between West Ham United and Sheffield United; or, if you prefer, the Hammers versus the Blades. (I reckon that sounds like a typical Saturday night fracas in Lincoln town centre.)

Anyhow, back to the adverts: I was intrigued by one sign that read simply WWW.BOBBYMOOREFUND.COM and immediately mentioned it to Shana, who was on a frantic online hunt for a pink duffel coat. (What a crazy life we lead, eh?)

“Who on earth is Bobby Moo?” I asked. “And why would anyone want to get a refund on him?”

And then it dawned on me what a nincompoop I was being. It was nothing to do with any Bobby Moo at all. It was Bobby Moore. The footballer. And the site was the Bobby Moore Fund. A perfectly acceptable charity to advertise at a football match. And if you hadn’t heard of it before, you have now, so there are no excuses for not going to check out the site and maybe even putting some much-needed wonga their way.

Try and get back here for the half-time oranges though.

Chris