Righto, let's play catch up.
Took the Tube to this game after being interrogated why I was leaving so early. Because I'm hungover, want to get out the house and talk to my friends, that's fucking why. Drunk fucks. The bitter, cold air hit me and I regretted not having a Celtic scarf. This will come up later, no spoilers, but I bought a scarf. For £8.
On the tube, I was asked by an AC Milan fan if I was a Celtic fan. He was obviously a genius detective, as he noticed I was wearing a Celtic top. Deductive skills of a maniac. He asked me if I knew the supporter that slapped Dida in a previous Champions League match. I did not. he was disappointed. Idiot. It's like tourists that seem to think everyone who lives in Britain has met the Queen. She is sort of busy polishing her jewels and whatnot. And polishing the Royal Jewels. Yeah. I went there.
Arrived. Bought scarf. Nearly broke into tears as I completed a life long dream. Met friends at a pub, where a seven year old was collecting glasses and bringing them inside. This made me reasonably mad as I am currently struggling to get a summer job. What is the world's problem? Though he probably has better qualifications than me.
AC Milan v Lyon
Average. Jimmy Briand is an absolute beast.
Arsenal v Celtic
Celtic supporters made me proud today, as they always do. Arsenal supporters are crap, booing us as we were standing up and not involving ourselves in a Mexican wave. Idiocy. We lost 3-2, the score flattered us a little bit, but there was a good comeback.
Later on, we went for a crap pub quiz. Left early. Our mate is not gay and knows nothing about gossip. We get it. Fine. Many things were said over and over, I cracked and started laughing too much. Ergh.
This has been another cringe-worthy post in the Holiblog. Salutations. May catch up and eventually write about my trip to France. Eventful. Set the date.
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