Man of Harveys
Well-known member
I'll stay up as long as I can tonight but nothing's ever really going to beat 1997: pissed as a fart from a very good "sod it, let's get pissed whatever happens" dinner in good company. Then suddenly Portillo "had a slight problem on his hands", Martin Bell etc etc, then down to the south bank at 5am to greet the new dawn with voices hoarse from having cheered for the previous eight hours or so.
Ah kids, just for a while back then it really was bloody great to be alive.
Ah kids, just for a while back then it really was bloody great to be alive.