Thursday, 26 May 2005
There was a foopball match shown on the televisual receiver last night.
I watched it with my friend Adrian and my wife Deborah and my collie called Daisy and a great big glass of wine called Fitou. It was most exciting! At the end a lot of plump gentlemen who had been spectating from the upper parts of the auditorium took their shirts off and waved them around. My word. They did seem jolly. They were infected with enthusiasm by a gentleman called Mr Dudek who very kindly did some funny little dances to cheer up the foopball players from the opposing "team" or "side". Goodness, how we clapped and smiled at this little foreign chap's merry antics!
Yours sincerely
Mr Strawberry Yoghurt
Note: this was first posted on my then-LiveJournal in 2005.
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