The pop musings of a 30-year-old Londoner and lapsed revolutionary as he wanders through the city in search of life, laughter and someone to fix the wobbly front wheel of his beloved ‘96 Diamond Back bicycle (Lady Di).
Sunday, 17 August 2008
(Lat VIII) The team
Well played everyone; game of three halves; kept on fighting till the final whistle; no prima donor kebabs; all organic.
Must do it again next year.
See all you beautiful folks later, or as they say in France...pomme de terre
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