yes all this is cheery away from bloody poetry
football- I being six foot tall at thirteen volunteered
to be goaly ( especially after discovering that was the only person
allowed to wear a sweater) but then managed to escape when I found out you
could 'do'
athletics instead which was a ball -avoiding all those macho michos the game
was moronic
even worse than poetry:-)swanning around with spears (shake) and throwing
other lumps of metal about
and running and jumping over things-was soon sportsman of the year-where is
that cup?
last time I went to denmark the woman next to me turned out to be a
footballer
and I naively said oh woman league and got a rather forcefull correction
say you football weirdos are any women in prof not womens
footieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee//
ok old DB I have had a drink or two
come to think of it shinty was worse where you just hit each other with
sticks.
gleeps patrick
ps who is this TIM guy who says if I don't like football I am a snob
denying my working klass
routen cheeky sod.
ps written a poem I like
today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
he says coyly.
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