_. Ally stayed over. At the office this morning I phoned her at the AHA. I said we should see each other tonight because the spitfire is going for it's MOT soon, and when it fails we shall be 'carless'. She agreed, and arrived at 7:30 looking deliciously huggable. Off to the Drop where we chatted like love-birds. Her eyes, like pots of cocoa, are her most impressive feature. Her hair resembles a combination of canary Ferrari yellow and a fresh haystack.
Back to Pine Tops after calling at the White Cross. Martyn and Chris R were there. As a final parting I swept the pub landlady over my shoulder and made a few laps of the bar.
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| Cousins: Gold medal |
Sat up until 4am watching Robin Cousins win the only gold medal for Britain in the Winter Olympics. It's a bit hopeless isn't it, when the might of the British Empire places all it's hopes on the slender shoulders of an adolescent on ice? What became of the warrior spirit of our warlike Viking forebears? I do not believe the bunkum now being bandied about that Vikings never plundered, pillaged or raped, or wore those wonderful helmets with the horns attached. Yes folks, they are now saying that the 'norsemen' were sensitive and artistic, who wore lots of gold jewelry over taffeta gowns and read Bernard Levin, whilst rowing over to heathen Britain to convince us by gentle, intellectual persuasion that the Viking way was the happy way.
Anyway, I retired to bed with damp eyes following the unfurling of the Union Flag over Lake Placid and the emotive sight of little Robin Cousins sobbing in his mother's arms.
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