A disused goat shed on a damp June evening after a week of rain could be a pretty dismal place to be.
When said goat shed is venue for watching France’s dismal display in the football world cup the gloom could become morbid.
It did.
The village will not rise and cook steaks on an open-air barbecue for the semi-finals this time round; I suspect even the hard-core fans like Mario and his brother will drift away in disappointment.
I’m moving to South America.
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Really? So am I. I'm told the sun shines there from time to time.
They have a sun god i believe!
And tortillas!!
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