Basil Fawlty
Don't Mention The War
Invited my new missus to a Valentine Day treat. The morning went well, handed over each other presents, had a big fry-up with all the trimmings. We get into Brighton. I buy The Damned United book, so I'm looking forward to reading that sometime in the near future. Then we get to the pub, and meet up with my mates and have a laugh, drink and a game of pool. We then make our way to Withdean. This was her first ever Brighton match and maybe this will be her last. Because for 90 minutes of that match, it was a shambles. Defending was like Sunday League, no ideas and no passion and not even a shot on target. My girlfriend didn't know who the players were, but I can tell you something she thought Seb Carole getting MOM was a total embarassment. Now thanks to MA, I feel like a total let-down, because all of the way home I didn't stop moaning. Plus I found out when I got in that the Restaurant I booked up double booked us, so we've had to have a Tesco Indian Meal for two. My missus is knackered and has fallen asleep in my bedroom, and she going home soon.
THANKS MA FOR RUINING MY VALENTINE DAY!
THANKS MA FOR RUINING MY VALENTINE DAY!