It's been a dickens of a week.
I called up the guys and asked them to meet me at Brit's Pub for a pint and to watch Aston Villa get spanked by Manchester United. I don't care how impetuous Rooney is, he's worth the grief.
One of our favorite places in town to catch a good soccer match, I left there feeling renewed and ready for whatever the weeks ahead may bring.
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Unfortuately this is where stereotypes break down. I'm a Brit and I can't stand the game. School PE lessons have a lot to answer for.
Next you'll be telling me that you don't wear a bowler hat and carry an umbrella under your arm as you walk your pack of hounds on the fox hunt...
Well I hate to disappoint...
But I'll be having tea with Her Majesty later on, so will pass on your regards...
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