Love Will Tear Us Apart
I'm not dead or anything and I'm not banged up as a result of catching the scum referred to in my last post. Ooops, did I say "catching" then? No chance. Not with the archaic, fumbling, creaking I am, however, severely pissed off and at odds with the world. Even a weekend in Riga didn't put me back together again. Ho hum.
In the meantime there's a few additions from Riga in my photoblog on the right. Pictures, not words at the moment I'm afraid.
Here's some night photography that makes mine look positively pedestrian.
Not even cheering City's stuffing of the Reds in a pub full of United supporters in Riga helped. Must be bad.
1 comment:
Well thank god for that. Latvia full of Man U fans then. Bizarre or what?
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