WellWell, that was not the perfect weekend for the English folks here... Everyone here - The BBC, ITV, The Sun, The Mirror, the upper class daily paper The Times and so on - hoped and thought on Friday, that this weekend there will be complete victory. And probably the breweries hoped it most as they counted on at least 30 Million Pints being sold... Well...uhmmm... it has rather been a complete disaster...
"Still more majestic shalt thou rise,More dreadful, from each foreign stroke:
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.
Rule, Britannia, Britannia rules the waves; Britons never, never, never will be slaves."
James Thomson (1700 - 1748)
For today's lyrics (as a small piece of comfort):
I see, you need a trial of fire - a coward would wisely walk away
Help them, help us buy your time - Hideouts get discovered
I think you’ll find, everybody loves a loser
So you’ll be fine, you won’t be lonely long
Morcheeba - Everybody Loves A Loser
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