Duw, Duw
I feel as wilted as the daffodil on my chest this morning. St David's Day was a triumph to say the least, but hangovers are not saintly or Godly at all. We live and learn...
I'm putting my money where my mouth is and betting that Wales win the Grand Slam this year. Everything is in place!
Go ahead Wales, make my fucking life complete. Let me hold my own in conversation with my peers when rugby talk veers towards the 70's. Give me a reason to look forward. By Jove, we can do it!
I'd be fucking triumphant and I have no compunction in saying that it will be the best thing to happen to my country in decades.
I'm putting my money where my mouth is and betting that Wales win the Grand Slam this year. Everything is in place!
Go ahead Wales, make my fucking life complete. Let me hold my own in conversation with my peers when rugby talk veers towards the 70's. Give me a reason to look forward. By Jove, we can do it!
I'd be fucking triumphant and I have no compunction in saying that it will be the best thing to happen to my country in decades.
posted by reverend at 12:47 pm
2 Comments:
As I was saying Rev, I remeber well the halcyon days of the 70s. Jumpers for goalposts, Gareth Edwards, what a player, Shane Williams, Well hes Gerald isn't he what! And another thing..................................................!
Right, get off me show!
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