For anyone else slightly gutted about the World Cup result (when did I start giving two parts of a flying fig about fucking soccer? When did I start getting up at 4 in the morning to shout at the television? WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME), please enjoy The Zidane Game.
On the whole an entirely depressing experience. I am all for Italian men (AND HOW), but the rolly-groundy theatrics leave me a bit cold.
At least we can get back to what's important now. WINTER FOOD. And clean underpants. And champage cocktails on wild windy beaches.
and italian men are hot, i agree.
il have to pm you about melb, plans are a changin again!
when is ur bloody set going up.