I'm driving into to work with some awful commercial station on the radio. The station is running a competition for the listeners where you can "Win Your Perfect 24 Hours". All you have to do is text in with a description of your ideal 24 hours.
I listen to a couple of submissions like "My perfect 24 hours would be to go scuba diving and then fly to Le Touquet for lunch" and "My perfect 24 hours would include body surfing followed by an afternoon in a spa".
And I'm thinking OH, FUCK OFF. That's not a perfect 24 hours. I'll tell you what a perfect 24 hours is. Being locked in a hotel room with Joe Calzaghe. That's a perfect 24 hours.
I've been to Le Touquet. It's shit.
ReplyDeletePerfect 24 hours? Body Surfing (naked) across the heads of the infinitely better looking Scottish rugby team on the way to a warm bath with Shane 'Bilbo' Williams, Ryan Jones and Jamie Roberts; followed by an afternoon in the Spar. Bliss.
Shane doesn't do it for me. I'd sit on his knee in the pub if there were no free seats but that's about it. Now Ryan Jones - he scrubs up well! I did like Mike Phillips for a bit but fuck me - his squint is worse than mine.
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