Oi Oi London!

I'm back. Big hello as I
went awol for the weekend. Been away in the north for a few days with me Mam.
Here I am, home in London, triumphant but slightly grumpy so far. Well, it's
been three hours and I've had no human contact yet bar one grumpy cab driver.
Also possibly summit to do with the six hour journey I endured with a coughing,
sneezing bloke sat opposite, gawking at me for the entire journey home. It made
for uncomfortable sleeping I tell you. Wonder how enjoyable the sight of me
squashed up like a ball into two seats dribbling into my cleavage was. Bad
question..

Grumpy drawers.

 

 Anyway, a great win for the
Arse on Sunday against Man United. I can hear the echo of my Mother's laugh
still as I had to scuttle off alone to watch the game in a United supporting
pub.... It's pretty damn odd to get a FEMALE in such an establishment, but
pretty damn crazy to get a football supporting one. I was forced to sit in the
corner in silence supping my pint, aaaah, and it was a painful first half I tell
ya. Not the football played, I thought we were great, but the comments and slurs
being slung around the room. I managed silence, difficult for me in any game but
even more so in the face of slimy old Poll, Gilberto's missed penalty and the
jaunts flying about as poor old Lehman took a bullet in the face.... Come
scoring time for us (yay!) and I launched right out of my corner seat for a pure
Wrighty style celebration. Yep, I let out a huge release your biggest beer
guzzling lad woulda been proud of. Unless it was coming from the opposition of
course, which I was on this occasion. I'm guessing it must have gone on for some
time for when I sat down it felt like slow motion, coming back to earth, room
full of silent jaw dropped frowning folk. Yeah....

 

Well, I got out alive.
Friendless but thrilled. The underdogs came through. Hahaaaaaaa!

 

I'm back now anyhow. Back in
the old smoke. Time for bed now. Lets hope I wake in cheerier spirits than
today's effort!

Back soon me darlins.

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