Just let that scoreline roll around your tongue like a melting chocolate Maltezer, spreading that sweet, malty satisfaction in its wake....
It's almost sexual.
That's what Liverpool did to Real Madrid last night.
I know it's not anything to do with my book but hey, it's my Blog, right?
Mmmmmm, I feel all warm and toasty now.
Time for bed.
Yeah yeah :-)
Ha ha :-)
off to do my blog now as I have a bit of spare time for a change. Then a bit more of Frankus Delaneyus.