No sooner has Harry Redknapp been branded England's next must-have coach, his great team, Tottenham Hotspur get a smacking from little warriors, Stevenage...
I say warriors because, unless my ears are playing up, I'm sure I heard the crowd chanting Zulu type tunes. At least I'm ASSUMING it was Stevenage fans...(You must make allowances for age, bed baths and evaporated milk.)
If memory serves me correct, when the Zulus realized the Brits at Rourke's Drift weren't to be messed with and, showed as much, if not more courage than the great Zulu nation, out they came chanting songs of RESPECT...
One line from the film went something like..
"They're not laughing at you, they're praising you as fellow warriors" Or something along those lines. If anyone wants to correct me please feel free.
Anyway, the booming tones of fans sounded terribly like fighters who have met their match.
Stevenage, Spurs, Scary job vacancy, and the Zulu nation. All in one blog post.
Not bad for a lady blogger.
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Showing posts with label Stevenage FC. Show all posts
Sunday, 19 February 2012
In a lather over windows, spurs and dove soap
I'm in Chuckaway mode so instead of doing me dinner am in the throes of pulling down curtains and sweeping away cobwebs and knick knaks.
Menopause or mother related madness? I just don't know.
Still if it makes the joint cleaner and more accessible then let's rip.
Regarding dinner...It'll be late, very late because Tottenham take on Stevenage in Stevenage in the 5th round of the FA Cup. Nothing spurs me on, on a Sunday, than Boiled Bacon, de-webbing and footie.
By the way gave tiny mum a strip wash this morning then soothed her legs with Moonflower Body Creme. Her new blue and white sailor-type jim jams looked so cute on her that I lost my voice, she....so tiny, so unknowingly wise, so full of grit. After her wash we talked, her in bed, me at the end of the bed, we talked about Dove soap and life after death, we both agreed both were desirable, one being easy pickings, the other a matter of faith.
She has both:)
Now I must fly into the arms of Harry Redknapp:)
Menopause or mother related madness? I just don't know.
Still if it makes the joint cleaner and more accessible then let's rip.
Regarding dinner...It'll be late, very late because Tottenham take on Stevenage in Stevenage in the 5th round of the FA Cup. Nothing spurs me on, on a Sunday, than Boiled Bacon, de-webbing and footie.
By the way gave tiny mum a strip wash this morning then soothed her legs with Moonflower Body Creme. Her new blue and white sailor-type jim jams looked so cute on her that I lost my voice, she....so tiny, so unknowingly wise, so full of grit. After her wash we talked, her in bed, me at the end of the bed, we talked about Dove soap and life after death, we both agreed both were desirable, one being easy pickings, the other a matter of faith.
She has both:)
Now I must fly into the arms of Harry Redknapp:)
Labels:
Boiled Bacon,
Dove soap,
faith,
life after death,
Spurs,
Stevenage FC
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