At least I get to wear my shirt...
It's the quarter finals of the FA Cup this afternoon. Kick-off 5:35. Arsenal are playing Newcastle United. Naturally I shall be shouting and cursing at the TV in my usual manner regardless as to whether, as expected, our local team Arsenal make mincemeat of the northerners or not. Ian has invited a bunch of us round for the match and then dinner and so I'd perhaps best to keep myself under some modicum of control. Something I was not intending on doing later, until I'd discovered that unfortunately Sports and Shorts has been delayed from this Saturday to next. Oh well. I shall have to take out my joy of winning or bitterness in defeat on some other poor establishment.
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