Ma-a-a-t-e! Got tickets and we’re off to the game. After all the malarkey around the stadium it turned out all I had to do was flick on the old charm. Still got it you know. I was renowned as a bit of an old dog in my younger days. So when I met Rachel at the ticket office I just gave her the old puppy eyes and the single tear. WHAM! BAM! Thank you mam. Before I knew it she was stroking my wet nose and tucking two fresh tickets under me collar. Now we can party like its…well the World cup 2006. WE LOVE YOU ENGLAND WE DO…
Titch


It’s good to be back on the bus. Postie’s been well nice to me since the bust up. He’s laid on sausages, cleaned me collar and even given me a going over with the flea comb. It was no fun on the streets of Stuttgart to be honest. I’ve never felt so low. Sure I’ve spent nights out on the streets before and there was that time when I walked from lands end to John O’ groats for the local dogs home but it’s different when your not on your own turf. Schnitzel scraps just don’t cut it.