So, B and I are taking a well earning break
this week…. A few nights in Paris, a few nights in London. Tonight is night 2 and it’s already been a feckin’ brilliant trip - Lots of walking, lots of eatin’ and drinkin’ and lots and lots of laughing.
Tonight, I got ‘Allez, allez, allez’ trapped in my head after several pints and started singing it, almost under my breath… Brooke heard me, and, already several sheets to the wind, she sang it as hard and as true as I’ve ever heard her sing a song. She sang it with the confidence of somebody who’d actually written the feckin’ song…
Gentlemen, I give you my wonderful bird’s version of our beloved anthem:
We’re going to win at something,
we’re going to win it all,
we’re going to embarrass you,
we’re going to pull your pants down.
I’m going to punch you right in the bollocks,
your Mama is so fat,
she never really loved you,
‘coz you’re an ugly twat!
You’re all most welcome. YNWA. ❤️
this week…. A few nights in Paris, a few nights in London. Tonight is night 2 and it’s already been a feckin’ brilliant trip - Lots of walking, lots of eatin’ and drinkin’ and lots and lots of laughing.
Tonight, I got ‘Allez, allez, allez’ trapped in my head after several pints and started singing it, almost under my breath… Brooke heard me, and, already several sheets to the wind, she sang it as hard and as true as I’ve ever heard her sing a song. She sang it with the confidence of somebody who’d actually written the feckin’ song…
Gentlemen, I give you my wonderful bird’s version of our beloved anthem:
We’re going to win at something,
we’re going to win it all,
we’re going to embarrass you,
we’re going to pull your pants down.
I’m going to punch you right in the bollocks,
your Mama is so fat,
she never really loved you,
‘coz you’re an ugly twat!
You’re all most welcome. YNWA. ❤️