"She should be uncomfortable to talk or eat for three hours. And...Merrily we handed it over, it's been a bit like that this week, €1400 was gleefully given to the Spanish Tax office yesterday, offered to the high altar of Spanish corruption.
That'll be just fifty quid", announced Jorge with a flash of an unnaturally white smile.
All made worse by a preparatory drink in the bar the night before, a wee gin to soften the blow, only to watch Bárcenas smoke his fat cigar in 'prison', a mere 82 days for a fortune and a swindle.
There's a thought. I'd take the 82 days where he is and keep my €1400, but I don't have a choice. Wonder if they have WiFi in Spanish nick?
Anyway, I digress....back to the long road home after the dentist.
B is coming for the fiesta from Granada, piped up Goofy in the back. And..... - now I hate it when she says 'and' because it normally proceeds verbal diarrhea minus any punctuation. At all.
Silence. I looked around - perhaps the anesthesia was kicking in....fingers crossed....
And....she's bringing two friends up and I really really hate one of them I mean really really hate her.
Why? I tentatively offered...Well, she went to London 'cos she had a Summer study course there and then she went to THE premiere - for the uninitiated this was the one day only One Direction Premiere - and then she sat down and guess what she was sitting beside THE best, bestest friend of a cousin an actual cousin imagine of Liam I can't believe how lucky I mean to actually sit beside them and then she got her photo tooken - lived here too long, fed up to the back teeth correcting it, pardon the pun - with HIM and then went paying football and everything and she has the photos to PROVE it so I really really hate her.
Three hours? Yeah, right.
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