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[26 Jun 2008|03:37pm] |
Back to the bad old OAP Thursdays. After a few weeks of calm sailing, it's back to being annoying again. Late people. Late finish. Me being fucking pissed off because of it. The usual. I guess I should be happy things are back to normal.
I think i'm off tonight. I'd rather do Friday than Thursday, because there are more people around after work. There is always the possibility of catching up the wiserly fraternity. That's a posh way of saying "mature". There's nothing wrong with that though, because those lads are essentially my gurus. I get on well with them and they teach me things. So let's hope they're around tomorrow night.
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[26 Jun 2008|04:36pm] |
I'd forgotten how fucking hilarious Team America is. And i'm only five minutes in. AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS!
God, it's been too long.
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[26 Jun 2008|07:40pm] |
Here we go then. Luis Aragone's Spain take on the revitalised Russia, who under Guus Hiddink and a young dynamo (Not that young in football terms, he's twenty seven) Arsharvin have lit up Euro 2008. It's the second semi-final, to decide who meets Germany in the final.
I'm adopting Spain as my team in the absence of hopeless England, and this is the first time they've reached this point in any finals for years.
There's Fernando Torres on the television with his small child's face. Come on Fernando! Los scorez le goalez!
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