Mustasch hand. Come on you Spurs!
Today I was at the Lane with Joel to watch the mighty Tottenham continue their end-of-season charge towards Europe next year. A 1-0 win over the hapless Geordies which really should have been by a greater margin. Oh how we jumped up in the air when Benty tucked it away at the second opportunity. Some very amusing songs directed at Mr Shearer too. Jermaine Defoe even came on as a second-half substitute to ours (and everyone else's) delight.
Today we've been all over...Regent's Park down to Oxford Street and Regent Street. Then an overground train to the match because of the closure of the Victoria Line.
An Oirish barmaid served me and enquired politely if I was from Newport, haha. She recognised the accent. Still, after all these years. Honorary clarts, don't you just love 'em? After the match we returned and ended up watching Monsters vs Aliens in Leicester Square.
Back in the teeny tiny hotel room now with a can of M&S continental lager and the tv on. That's living alright.
Joel has been an absolute joy this weekend.
Five top football songs:
1. Anything by Chas and Dave (obviously)
2. World In Motion by New Order (boring choice but necessary)
3. Holte End Hotel by Stephen Duffy (despite the fact it's a paean to Villa)
4. Don't Come Home Too Soon by Del Amitri (a tad pessimistic, but still...)
5. Erm, I've lost interest in my own list
That's it from the big city, for this time at least. I'll be back. Be sure of it.
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