Monday, July 03, 2006
Gutted For David Beckham
Aw, poor Deke was as sick as a pig when I spoke to him on the phone after the match on Saturday - apparently he'd bet fifty quid on England to win. He's off on another European run, so I haven't seen him since the end of last week. He watched the match in a servce station in Paris.
I was even more saddened to see David Beckham resign his position of skipper. I've enjoyed looking at his tight buns the last few years, and enjoyed his words of wisdom and courage. Tyson hopes to be as clever and fit as Becks one day, but he says if he is he'll at least get a wag with a bit of meat on.
This weather's making me sweat like a pig, and my head is killing me. I've not been so good with not drinking in the week and got blasted a couple of times last week, as well as at the weekend and last night. Had a nice shout at the Bingo last night, so it's all spent and paid for. I's will have to stop the week before the babs is born as I don't want him/her getting a taste for Carling to early.
July the 22nd is rushing on, still so much to sort - we've had to sell some stuff over Splott Car Boot to pay for the reception booking and Deke's lost bet. Luckily Tyson had some nice gear that he said his friends had donated to help me out - apparently a few of his mates reckon I'm a Milf or something. I always thought I was more of an Elf like Cate Blanched in Lord Of The Two Towers, but if that's what they reckon and are happy to donate some gear, then fairplay like. I'm going to lie down somemore I think.
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