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About 20 years ago an extremely fit woman at my old job asked me out. She was from New Zealand, I think, and blonde, great “chesty pegs” (her description) and supported the Rs! She was cracking. Had an overlapping front tooth but, my word, she was on fire.
Off for a pub crawl down Goldhawk Road (when it was possible to do such a thing). I’m potting all the shots. Being funny, taking sensibly, having proper intelligent conversations. Never happened before and rarely since.
Chucking out time and we are walking back up to the Green, mows my chance to seal the deal.. here we go..
It’s a bumpy old ride and I could be ambushed at any stage. Hopefully the wheels won’t come off and the town of Sobriety will welcome me with open arms.
It’s been 90 minutes since this journey started. Dyin ain’t much of livin boy.
Apparently, according to a BBC website article, there is a thing whereby Man City are trying to get internet influencers to increase attendances at their chumpions league games by ...er... influencing people on social media.
Anyone that’s influenced by some mindless t wat on the internet to do something is some sort of mindless t wat.
Is a burdensome thing, for those who live a lie. For a man without love, he ain’t no man at all. Just a cold Bitter Wind passing by...
A very wise man said to me today that it’s all about the vibe. You can analyse things to an inch of their life but the vibe is all. And baby the vibrations are good.
The ying, the yang. The tree bears fruit be it ripe or rotten. This tree is giving forth and long may it continue. This is football as we know it.
Can list 3-0 inlukily you can win 3-0 luckily. You can draw 0-0 crapily. You can do anybloody thing, cause it’s football. It’s all happened before and it will happen again.
It matters not. It just is.
That, Clive is your match report for all eryenity. No payment nexcesaru🙆🏼♂️
That whole day was boring. Boring and crap. West Brom. F ucking boring club. Nether big not small, just West Brom fu ucking off West Brom. Is there a south/east/mid Brom? What’s a Bromwich? Don’t tell me don’t care.
Bloody hell. It’s all sh it. Non consequential cobblers. Why do I ho back. Just to watch a team that no one cares about outside of us, who have totally unreasonable expectations of their never achieving club.
Well, it’s something to get annoyed about innit. My train of thought has now derailed.
There was a point and I’ve list it. Bloody early kick offs.
Reading Cilves preview and much fun it was but this word ‘woke’.
I’ve only really noticed it recently and seems to me to be one of those buzzwords that I bleed I g hate because I think it’s having a go at me and makes me think that everything believe in and think is w@nkish.
Bloody stupid word for something that is anti human being. This wish for perfectionism in us that is unachievable and just adds to the cobblers of living.
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