Empty bars in the afternoonBy means of extemporaneous discourse a study of the curiosities and peculiarities of the human condition in its many wicked and wise ways |
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I hate them, utterly. Especially Italian football managers. Stood there in suits either chain-smoking or with a cigar. And the players… cheating little fucks, I hate them. Some of the Serie A games drag more than an American Football match, they’re so ponderous and stop-starty. I really hate them. |
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