Driven to Drink

England vs Israel, myself, JohnnyMedia, the Boy and El Grande Queso were settled down ready for the match, when lo and behold, the infamous Jamon appeared!!! He was being chaperoned by the evil CD, but it was grand to see him non the less. The evening was poised nicely, and then they kicked off. Oh dear. I have seen better games down at Valley Parade this year. For those of you not aware of where, indeed what a Valley Parade is, this is where the relegation threatened Bradford City show up to play a game resembling football. Or soccer if you are American. It was woeful, Lennon was played on the left(?), Gerrard on the right, and rumour has it that Lampard was playing down the middle. I could go on but it begins to depress me. In fact it drove me to drink, we all ended up following a trilby wearing West Indian gentleman to a Jamacan club, and that's where my memory starts to fail me, I remember talking to a old work colleague and having a curry, but after that the next thing I was doing was waking up on my sofa, with two cans of Red Stripe in my jacket pockets. The Elster was NOT impressed.