Something I made earlier...
Well, that was a bit of alright but it just didn't quite feel right.
The World Cup trundled along to its denouement last night, which means attentions of a footballing nature can revert to the real deal. The run of the mill action, the bread and jam... Boro and Association Football. Obviously the World Cup is a 'good thing' - it always is - but it doesn't even come close to those special little tingles that Boro can conjure in a body like mine.
The last month has been a loveless affair with the sultry temptress of international football. She's got hips, legs, and all the other required anatomical parts that any self-respecting lady should possess, but there's something missing. She just doesn't captivate... there's this vacant stare that looks right through you, and she's got the mental capacity of a Lego man. And she's got a 'tache. Man alive.
So it's back to the wife, the glorious familiarity of the homestead. Everything I pledged myself to all those years ago during our lavish wedding ceremony before the stunning backdrop of Redcar beach (OK that bit didn't happen. It was Barbados). My beloved wife might be irritating - nay, infuriating - at times, but it's when she gets it right... blimey. Back of the net.
Look at what I made. It might serve as some form of audio-visual backup for the point I was (poorly) attempting to make above. If you have a soul, you'll enjoy this:
The Good Fight - Hope Of The States
The World Cup trundled along to its denouement last night, which means attentions of a footballing nature can revert to the real deal. The run of the mill action, the bread and jam... Boro and Association Football. Obviously the World Cup is a 'good thing' - it always is - but it doesn't even come close to those special little tingles that Boro can conjure in a body like mine.
The last month has been a loveless affair with the sultry temptress of international football. She's got hips, legs, and all the other required anatomical parts that any self-respecting lady should possess, but there's something missing. She just doesn't captivate... there's this vacant stare that looks right through you, and she's got the mental capacity of a Lego man. And she's got a 'tache. Man alive.
So it's back to the wife, the glorious familiarity of the homestead. Everything I pledged myself to all those years ago during our lavish wedding ceremony before the stunning backdrop of Redcar beach (OK that bit didn't happen. It was Barbados). My beloved wife might be irritating - nay, infuriating - at times, but it's when she gets it right... blimey. Back of the net.
Look at what I made. It might serve as some form of audio-visual backup for the point I was (poorly) attempting to make above. If you have a soul, you'll enjoy this:
The Good Fight - Hope Of The States
posted by Paddy at 9:26 pm
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