12 hours until kick off.
I got about four hours kip last night, what with mild panicked dreams about standing in a bike shop with nothing to say and my cock hanging out (again) and the intermittent screaming of an Iraqi baby next door. Apparently the way to soothe an unsettled Iraqi child is to yodel loudly in it's mother tongue and to put the telly on.
Anyway, griping aside, I'll be on the train this afternoon. Just got a shift to get through first.
I can tell you it's not. The little fucker squawks for an age afterwards.
Does your mate offer a translation service? I'd love to know what the women next door find to scream about at 2am. I've barely got the energy to drag myself to bed at that time, never mind having a full blown cat fight.
12 hours until kick off.
I got about four hours kip last night, what with mild panicked dreams about standing in a bike shop with nothing to say and my cock hanging out (again) and the intermittent screaming of an Iraqi baby next door. Apparently the way to soothe an unsettled Iraqi child is to yodel loudly in it's mother tongue and to put the telly on.
Anyway, griping aside, I'll be on the train this afternoon. Just got a shift to get through first.