Thanks man, but hard as it may be to believe, I genuinely feel bad when I reply to someone whose stuff I like to read w8th some goof and it hits them like a weird attack.
Anyway here's me sitting in thr corner at the BlueSky cafe feeling bad
Speaking of spain and doggos I love this little detail of dog faces from the painting I saw at a museum there. Look at their little game faces, all ready to do some serious chompin'
From time to time I recall the absolutely magical weekend I spent with an old friend whose wife I assured would be "completely safe" on his first visit to Glasgow for his first Celtic game ever. As always, The Beautiful Game brings the world together in a celebration of the very best in us.
True. Gotta say, however, one time I randomly ordered a Duvel in one of my haunts, and they brought out a very cool glass, and I got another one there next time in large part because of the glass. So I am not immune to Fancy Stuff in my old age.
When I am trying to sell my team to people who couldn't care less (when am I not?), a good little icebreaker is mentioning that Gil Scott-Heron's dad played for them back when. Tomorrow, the famous Glasgow Celtic will play the one last game for the cup and, as the song goes, we'll be there.
