I can remember at least one or two occasions pretty much going straight there from a night out. Ferrari pizza and a couple of Peronis just to ease you into a day of drinking. Shame we bothered with the football really
My word yes. On occasion I confess the game sort of rushed past me in a bit of a blur.
He once invited me to his house for lunch pre-match. He made me a tuna steak with a mango and lime salsa.
A mango and lime salsa, sw.
How very Islington, very Arsenal, very IH.
My pre-match sustenance involves a snatched something in Dublin Airport, perhaps a croissant if I am feeling European, then a burger/chips the moment the pub opens at 12 bells. No salsa of any sort.
Everything changes. I hate change. I mean, it was shíte after the Poles took over, but still.
Used to get in there for 12 on a matchday. A Bloody Mary for the hangover, a bottle of Montepulciano and a pizza and in the Woodbine for 1. Good timez.
I do associate it with being brutally hungover, tbh. That was usually because I'd been drinking with you the night before.