Come on you Irons! No, er, that was last week. Anyway, Angela rang to remind me that the Frenchies from Highbury are playing Barcelona in the European whatsit tonight, as if we won't have been subjected to enough soccer by the end of this summer.
I said I was rather surprised to discover she was a fan, but she assured me that her husband Gerald often takes her up the Arsenal.
Flaming Nora these botty gags have got to stop.
13 comments:
Haha, the arses have had a player, their goaly no less, sent off in the first few mins.
does Gerald have an Arsend Wanger, then?
Is that what it is, Dusty me old mucker? I just had a peek, and thought that maybe Arsend was playing some strange new formation.
It's just gone one up the Arse!
Ah, incisive half time analysis on ITV1 from El Tel and the two berks in pinstripe suits.
is everyone getting suck in? i only get the mumbled sounds from downstairs, plus the odd check on the live text update from the bbc. all seems terribly exciting, pinstripes suits and all that. though that doesn't seem like the most sensible thing, playing a sport in a suit
I'm half sucked in, with one eye on the footie, one eye on the blog, and the other eye on Bertie who looks as if he's just about to do a steaming great purrer's nest on the sitting room rug.
Barse 1 - Arse 1!
Barse 2 - Arse 1!
cripes, it's all go on the pitch!
Well there you go, Dusty. The Barse have won. One of the ITV1 commentators just said "Barcelona are in Dreamland". I must say, that's not much of a prize for becoming European Champions.
No, I've heard of grander prizes. Though I don't think there was a single spaniard amongst the students, they were all very happy to see the Arse shafted.
I can't believe I got sucked into the double-entendres.
Post a Comment