Sweetie-pies, rel hell horror is descending on me tomorrow (just after the GAME) and I may not be on-line much, if at all, until Tuesday. Got a sister coming, got a mother coming (ack), got a Holy Communion to organise (and I myself am not even baptised -- how did this happen? I have raised a cuckoo.).
So, it's not the final curtain and all that. I know you'll hardly be able to survive the weekend without me (bwuahha) but you must all be strong now and try your best.
But while I'm gone: hands off Alan Hansen.
And I'll TXT re the football. Oooh yeah.
So, it's not the final curtain and all that. I know you'll hardly be able to survive the weekend without me (bwuahha) but you must all be strong now and try your best.
But while I'm gone: hands off Alan Hansen.
And I'll TXT re the football. Oooh yeah.
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Date: 2002-06-20 02:06 pm (UTC)Oh yes, family, how we love them so, dragging out into the nassssty world of relatives and away from the important things in life (ie BBC punditry and unnaturally sexualised inanimate objets).
I'm being ironic, in case you couldn't tell...
And, actually, may go for Martin O'Neill instead of ol' Al. He's so calm.