Any Porto(o) in a Storm
Much madness (and there’s more) down South Lambeth Road tonight, and I don’t think it is to do with TIMMAH! twatting up at Wimbledon yet again.
It’s on sporting nights like this I would love to see a UKIP candidate canvassing in Sunny Stockwell. Splendid Isolationist Little England is alive and well? Um, washed out more like along with Henman.
London as the proud capital of out great nation? Well, proud capital but with a foot firmly placed at the centre of Europe as the Anglo-Portos party hard with anyone, any nationality and any team colour that wants to celebrate with them.
The media myth of Tube Strike Hell was nowhere to be seen in SW8 on the last day in June. ‘Crippled‘ (back to TIMMAH! again) proclaimed the Sub-Standard tonight. Bad taste aside from some dumbfuck circuit journos, but even a sour faced Sub-Standard hack from the Home Counties could probably walk on water in Stockwell tonight.
God help us on Sunday should our Mediterranean friends actually win the damn thing.
Such a shame that TIMMAH! won’t be troubled in the final on Centre Court this weekend. Dare you imagine the ‘celebrations’ in some suburban shithole like Surbiton if he ever manages to remove his choker curse? Tea and cucumber sandwiches, bunting on the green and all back behind the net curtains in time for Antiques Roadshow and then Songs of Pissing Praise.
Bye Bye Little England. I’m off out to hit the mean streets of Sunny Stockwell to get shit faced on Sagres (which is saying something for a teetotal tea slurper) and to find some Senhora’s to, erm, shag.
Any Porto in a Storm.
Have fun TIMMAH!
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