Greetings from Cambodia, where the great and the good are draping themselves in the latest fashion wear. Coming to a Hill Dickinson Stadium near you very soon.
#BooingShoes
#HugoBoos
There are few better songs with or without numbers in their titles.
I'm 60. When I was 5 at my first parents evening the year 1 teacher told my mother I was a lovely little boy but I lived in my own little world. I was quite upset by this as I liked living in my own little world. Still do.
"Pack up all my cares and woe
Here I go
Singing low
Bye bye Blackburn"
Glad its going well. My daughter's in there somewhere.
"Wait Til Your Father Gets Home"
Apparently Bobson Dognutt was injured.
Wolf used to have his own gym round the corner from us. It was called "Wolfs Gym" and is now a Sainsburys Local, probably because Wolf was put out of business by the inability to punctuate.
He couldn't look any more Leeds if he tried.
Nope, not these days. Nor so far, anyway.
Still a heck of a lot of poverty around, though.
Mrs cort too tired to make it down for dinner.
I, on the other hand, am on my second dessert. #winning
Seems to be. Only arrived today.
Weirdly enough Koh Rong is where our adventure ends in a couple of weeks' time
Haven't ever picked an RS player, and I've been doing it since before the Internet was a thing.
Having a crap season thos year, though.
We're in Siem Reap. Lazy day tomorrow followed by dawn at the Angkor Wat temples on Monday.
We're on holiday in Cambodia. Rather more civilised than the Dead Kennedys had it in their song.
Ha
Yes but have you read the alt text?
Fair dos. It's more than Benitez came close to winning with us.
He could make a one game come-back like that baldy ref who did us over in the Villareal game.
If there's a chance they'll drop in the last game I'll need to stock up with popcorn for the match.
Didn't they try that with George Graham at one point?
Oof
"Roses are red
Roobarb and Custard..."
As Harold Wilson once said, "a week is a long time in..."
Oh hang on.
At the age of 19 I drove to Wyoming for the sole purpose of buying fireworks, in a hearse.
Julia...Bradbury?
Ah.
As you were.
Oh aye.
Twattenham. Amarite?
