The Life of Brian’s Statue: Money Money Money
Well now, I have to say Nottingham’s a grand sight when the sun goes down. The street lights come on and, now and again, y’get a lovely sunset. Couples walk around together, perhaps on their way to a restaurant or a cinema. And y’get gangs of youths and lasses, all out to have fun.
It’s magic to be right here and see it all happening in front of me.
In the summer, the Council usually puts on a fun fair for the kiddies. The lights are really colourful, but when you’re stood here looking at ‘em all bloody night, it’s a relief when they turn the buggers off! It must cost ‘em a small fortune in electricity to run these rides. Some of ‘em have got hundreds of light bulbs – all different colours, I sometimes wonder where they keep the spares? Y’see, stood up here I have time to think about these sorts of things.
So, when the fair’s in town, I look across and I can see the kiddies nagging Mum or Dad to let ‘em go on a ride. They usually get to have a go, and the smiles on their faces are wonderful. Makes me think maybe I should have brought Archie Gemmill down a time or two. He could be a grumpy so-and-so, I can tell you!
But, this year, it doesn’t seem so busy on the fair. There’s just a few people milling around. In the last few years it’s usually been chocker. Maybe people haven’t got so much money.
Mind you, in the world of football, the amount of money being thrown around is bloody ridiculous! I’m still stood here in a state of shock from reading that newspaper headline last year about Cristiano Ronaldo being sold by Manchester United to Real Madrid for £80 million quid!
Surely, for that amount of money y’could buy a whole bloody football club?! Maybe two. For that money you’d expect to be able to buy the stadium, training ground and souvenir shop.
You’d even expect ‘em to throw in a set of spare bulbs for the floodlights!