God damn, It's taken almost 36 years to realize that the destruction of ones liver could be such a joyous event! Now I'm fairly new to this Love chicken lark. Call me old fashioned but I'm from the generation where the men and women drank in separate parts of the pub, Ladies drinking a small sherry whilst the men went off for a glass of stout and a sneaky game of skittles...............Fuck hang on.....what am I on about? OK, so Fergie has managed to find (as only he can) the only tear in the space time continuum known to man that is the Tavistock arms.
I know that the new Dr Who has been filmed in that wonderful capitol city or ours but how kind and novel of them to leave one of the sets behind and then allow it to be used as a drinking hole for the marauding mass that is the Love Chickens. And it was whilst i was stood there arm in arm with the Bois whilst the national anthem rang out that i realised just how God Damn special this creation of Thugs and Fergatrons is. Its never about the place (Kiwis be testament to that), its all about the Bois. The insanity and love that only 40 or so half cut men can bring to each other.
I know that Fergs already has a medal or two for his service to queen and country. Although I did not know that the Army gave medals for getting wankered and shagging pros! But man you and Thug deserve another for what is the 8th wonder of the world.
Roll on Edinburgh.
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