I've always thought it was "I'm born to wish on space hardware", which I actually think works better. But who am I to question the bard of Barking
One for all the Grapple fans out there. She’s the main man in the office in the city, And she treats me like I’m just another lackey. But I can put a tennis racket up against my face, And pretend that I am Kendo Nagasaki. And a nostalgia website anarl. https://grapplefans.tumblr.com/ The only way to while away the second half when City were away waiting for the result to come in via the teleprinter. Whilst ringing the scoreline every 5 minutes.
When I think of those East end lights,muggy nights,the curtains drawn in the little room downstairs...