Soon it will be autumn and there will be leaves to swish through, and chestnuts to roast, and cosy evenings in front of the fire, and SO MUCH ANGER WHEN WE DRAW WITH LEICESTER!
I can't wait.
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
Preserved lemons are good. I made another batch last weekend.
They're not fruit though, by any stretch of the imagination.
Those Moroccan bástards stitched me up when they told me I had to try their famous national dish of pigeon pie. When I tasted the pastilla I was surprised to note that the covering of white stuff on top was fúcking sugar. Pigeon pie with fúcking sugar.
And you ask me why I'm bitter?
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'