Whether it was last nights celebrations or the fur graft from the Chihuahua, Titch has finally lost it. Or to be more precise Juan Pablo, his old Mexican buddy. For four and a half hours today he waltzed me around the streets of Hanover in search of the elusive poodle El Pablo. Just what I needed after a 6 hour coach trip from Nuremberg! And for what? Just for him to talk Loco and call me Gringo all day! I swear, if that lardy mutt calls me Grr-iin-go! once more I’ll stamp his collar and send him first class back to the dogs home he came from. Typically the Mexico – Angola match was just as frustrating. Tuesday can’t come soon enough.
Postie.
Chant of the day: ‘come and ‘ave angola if ya think yer ‘ard enough…’
