Hello, good evening and bollocks. I was reminded of Roger Mellie as I watched the Chalmers cortege thing on Friday night go up Aschebergsgatan...student coonts, hahaha.
The long weekend is nearly over. Spurs got a precarious win with another clean sheet at home. If they can keep another in the last home match it'll be their best ever year defensively at home in terms of goals conceded. How did that happen after the dreadful start to the year, undrar jag? White Hart Lane is a veritable fortress. Roll on next season. I hope. Snigger.
Now I'm drinking a Mariestad in front of "The Phantom" with the nippers. Whatever happened to Billy Zane? I suppose his obvious lack of talent was a big factor in his demise as a film-star, but for a while there he got all kinds of work, didn't he? Bald as a badger, he was, all those years...I never realised until later on. The power of a good syrup...Mind, he was a very fit feller. If you like that kind of thing.
Is it just me or does he look a lot like dear old Lloyd Cole...?
Everyone's favourite ex-Welsh girly is in it too...Catherine Zeta-Jones-Turtle-Neck-Douglas (or whatever she calls herself these days).
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