Daaah day?

This last day of the silly season surely needs a name of its own.
In the West Ham World it could be called Labour day, as we all feel the pain of being in labour. It comes in regular intervals and gets more painful as we close in on the end.
However, there is something slightly wrong with that since in the end nothing comes out of it!
No, we should, as I was saying in the last post, call it Christmas Day.
The reason now is that the true happiness lies in the giving rather than in receiving. And at the moment, with George McCartney on his way to Sunderland and nothing yet on its way in, it feelsmore appropriate than ever!