"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."
Pale or red of face, depending on the weather. Chubbyness varies according to weight. My ears are large and pendulous of lobe, but not obtrusive, I don't think.
I have a big, thick thatch of curly hair, a large head, a relatively small nose and a penchant for drinking, digging and eating potatoes that I fear must be hereditary.
36 virgins up front? Don't really see how that'd work. By the time you'd finished with them a/ they wouldn't be virgins b/ the job would be delayed and c/ you wouldn't be able to take them with you, so you'd have to make do with just 36 for all eternity.
Frankly, I'm beginning to see the flaws in this virgin-based currency system you propose.
As a child we had a rather dull family friend from Bristol, who my father always referred to as 'the Severn Bore'.
He was fúcking top, my dad.
Watching Miss Great Britain one night and out gallumphs Miss Isle of Wight, a stocky lady, causing him to peer over his glasses; 'Miss Isle of Wight? Miss Cowes, more like.'
Spot. On. Every. Time.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."