Oh, sure, you can be a fan even if you don't remember who Dumbledore's mother is, probably due to some short-term memory loss that you honestly couldn't help (like having a piano fall out of a multi-storey car park and onto your head). I'll grant you that one. What you cannot claim to hold is the Sacred Knowledge of the Canon, Capitalised for Greater Effect. And anybody who's anybody knows that you need that in order for your treacle to have a pleasant consistency and be the proper pale yellow rather than nasty and black and rotten. :P
...Who the **** is Chelsy Hansder or whatever her silly name is?* :P And why does she bear the name of a football club?
And yes yes please do. xD Allow me in return to quote you some Adrian Mole:
Do you weep, Mrs Thatcher, do you weep?
Do you wake, Mrs Thatcher, in your sleep?
Do you weep like a sad willow?
On your Marks and Spencer's pillow?
Are your tears molten steel?
Do you weep?
Do you wake with 'three million!' on your brain?
Are you sorry that they'll never work again?
When you're dressing in your blue, do you see the waiting queue?
Do you weep, Mrs Thatcher, do you weep?
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*might be screwing with you, maybe, possible, just for the hell of it