Definitely mate, can't beat a bit of colouring and witty language. Edit: colouring? I meant colourful That Cajun music has sizzled my noggin.
Maybe not a derby. I'd hate to think what would happen to my shower of ****e if I watched the game with two of you
Sometimes when things aren't going well and I'm feeling a little lost, I find myself talking to my Dad, silently, who has been gone for several years. When he doesn't speak back, I know I'm being a bit of a pussy and it's time to toughen up. But when he does, I always listen, and know it's the same advice he gave me when I was young and stubborn, too proud to listen. Miss him terribly and nothing makes me feel better than those moments.