Now, like all real life experience stories, this also begins once a polly tito, and Happiness Stan, whose life evolved the ephemeral colour dreamy most, and his deep joy in this being the multicolour of the moon. Oh yes. His home a victoriana charibold, the four-wheel folloped ft-ft-ft out the...
Was at the top of the north stand that day, was impressed with the amount of Norwich next to us. Great surge when we scored.
One of the programmes that have survived my programme Cull.
South stand that day for some reason. Usually went in the north.
Blows my mind when I look at these games now, how shit we were and just look at us now.
Hope this is not all a dream.