26th Feb - Ban Italy!
Not from life. Not from the EU. Not from any international travel corridors. Fuck, no. Imagine that. The food is far too glorious. The pasta, the pizza, the wine, and the cappuccinos. The warm weather, the glorious architecture, the relaxed way of living, and the Mediterranean sunsets. But ban them from the Six Nations because my Lord, they're pure dog shit at Rugby. It's actually got to the point now, where I'll not bother watching a match if Italy are involved, because it's just gonna be a one-sided whitewash.
What's fuelled such fury?, I hear you ask. Well, after a beautifully delightful Persian meal last night involving Koobideh, I'm off to Clapham today, Tory central, to watch the Welsh get pounded at Twickenham. I'm expecting to spot long bootcut jeans flapping over brown brogues in just about every corner of the pub, and later tonight... It's Ministry. The best club in the U.K is hosting a Toolroom takeover and this one's unmissable for the house heads! I don't have much else to say because I'm off to sink a few pints of the black stuff now...
Enjoy your weekend!
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