We’re all marching on the yellow submarine
Add comment April 7th, 2009
Hello all. Unlike the lazy arseblogger, who has left blogging duties to a man calling himself “Tom” (what kind of a pseudonym is “Tom”, honestly?) I have summoned the fortitude to roll off a blog of my own today.
That said, the blog may be somewhat a) brief and b) useless. It’s made particularly challenging by my old friend The Spanish Keyboard, who is an old friend in much the same sense that you might call the big kid who bullied you when you were nine an old friend.
In a couple of hours time I will pick up my rental car and head along the coast towards Villarreal. I must confess I am not massively confident of the way, but I’m fairly sure it’s principally “down”. I have suggested to my brother that we drive along the beach, running over towels/sunbathers in order to make sure we won’t get lost inland.
Then we will arrive in Villarreal, which is, I am reliably informed, a no-horse town. There is, it woud seem, more to do in prison. That said, not many Champions League quarter-finals are staged in prisons. Yet.
I fancy a score draw tonight. I hope for a win.
Come On You Reds.