My recently deceased neighbour had one similar. It's the classic Bentley smell that gets you. And the sound.
The world needs you. It needs your art.
I was also at this game. My friend Marc nearly died a few hours before the game. We were sat with fish and chips at the bottom of some stairs next to the stadium. Some moron threw a brick at Marc's head and it missed by centimetres.
He was a few layers of Guiness down so didn't seem to mind!
Have you got a Stat Bomb for that Kev Lawson? We never really replaced Fumaca...
Steak.
And the world is back to normal.
Data and income.
What I don't like is how he has become an accepted signal for fact in the media. 'It isn't happening until Romano has spoken'. Grinds my gears.
