Chip Butty

Been told Italians in some regions prefer turnip leaves, over basil, on a pizza. Dirty bastards.

Romance, apparently.

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Luca in Italy is well nice. Porto is another great place but my personal favourite would have to be Krakow, lots to do and see and still reasonably priced for food and drinks.

Walks like Josie Gibson, going for a shit during the night.

Rock in Robin

The red double and then the final red, from Higgins, was proper high risk high reward stuff. Fantastic game. Have to say, he looks rough as chuff tho, looks like he’s been on the swally for a few year, ya’ken.

I will miss his damb and blast gestures with his fist because some piece of absolute brilliance never came off, coz it was shit. Or how he majestically over 30 times a season curls a sweetly hit ball curling into fucking nowhere near the top left hand corner of the goal, or those rapier like half-arsed scuffed chances that only mere mortals found in that exact position, would finish, quite simply and with little fuss. I’ll miss all of that.

The TLW summer ball(d)

Piccalilli and a baguette are just weird, you might as well replace the eggs with Easter eggs, you dirty, dirty bastard.

Just polished off half a pack of Nice and half a pack of Fruit Shortcakes. You just can’t beat plain simple biscuits.

Cheers lads. It is a feat of engineering dedicated to a clean and fresh bum hole.

There’s nowt queer as folk.

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