29 Jun 2011

Footballism and unvarying dancing

A slumbering summer appears to be slowly stirring from its sleep; stretching, yawning and having a good old scratch of its knackers before assessing the carnage ahead. Though there have been no confirmed incomings or “don’t let the door hit you on the arse on the way outgoings”, the cogs

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29 Jun 2011

Barcelona’s improved offer still nowhere near enough

Last night I dreamt I was drinking all night in a strange old hotel. Pints of Armagnac and other things and when the alarm went off this morning I braced myself for inevitable and no doubt painful *boilk*. Which never came! That’s awesome. It’s like when you wake up and

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