I was doubling that as there were two of us and she always wanted to make a weekend of it and stay in a hotel. Money that I have put to other uses. Still miss away days but now the spell is broken I wouldn't start again. 4 or 5 games a year will be my fill from now on.
It's called love, Hemase. For some of us, love is for life, whatever the ups and downs. Example: I am in Budapest, unexpectedly thrilled at Scotland's performance. In fact, I had a six pint starter before my McDonald's breakfast. Now sitting pished in a fancy café, with everyone looking at me with disgust. But do i care? Do I fcuk! We won. This is the thrill that unabridged love brings. If I was sober enough, I might have a **** to celebrate. But it won't happen. The pure joy of an unexpected win. Delicious
Did I really post that pish? More pished than I thought. Now in a Catalonian bar. Estrella in hand, patatas bravas just been served, & eyeing up tripe as next tapas. If I don't pass out first:
Have a good trip WJ. Maybe all our fortunes are changing. Ireland’s under age teams doing the biz also