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Wednesday, 24 April 2013


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As someone living so far 'ooop north' that if I went any further I'd be required to wear a skirt, paint myself blue, eat deep fried chocolate and consider the sound of a tortured cat the epitome of classical musical accomplishment, I resemble that remark!

I do not have a "big beer belly", although I will admit to a slight amount of middle-aged spread (think an acerage that John Chisum would have considered excessive) but it's just 'relaxed muscle'.

As to you "posh southerners", Ex second-hand car salesman and Para, I rest my case M'Lord!

Oh, and what is this 'football' of which you wax moaningly? Rugger, the only real mans game! (and I believe the correct taxanomic term is 'you soft southern pansy') and you can't escapee to Spain either as the Hun has already left their towel on it.

Well done, Able, you made me laugh on a murky morning, well, that's why we keep you on, I suppose!

Sorry for the delay in answering your challenging text. All I can tell you is that I've been sleeping like a baby: waking up every two hours to cry.
In any case, just think that what you will have for a few days only, we happen to endure here for a very long season. From the moment we start producing sunlight (our main industry) the place gets full of germans. And our beer is quite cheaper than the english. Just imagine...
Anyway, we catholics always hope for a miracle. So, let's keep our fingers crossed and wait. We'll fight them on the beaches...or, at least, charge them as much as possible for the t-shirts.

Thank you, Ortega, you started my Sunday with a laugh!

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