Sunday, 29 March 2009

Torquay

Torquay is a laugh, but its fulla short haired clean shirts and foundation-faced short skirts.
Don't have enough money for the taxi - weird. He drops us off at the avenues and we find a kid lying down on the floor at 5 in the morning, so we leave him kipping.
I played football in the day, came on at half-time, only scored one and we won 4-2 .

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