Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Is this the way to Istanbul-o

Forget about webcomics. Forget about funny cartoons. I could, no, should talk about them but I'm not going to. Go to Comixpedia, go to Websnark, go anywhere but here because I'm not talking about them.

Why am I not talking about them? Well, for the same reason my head feels like a building site, my guts seem to be in a hurry to visit the inside of the nearest toilet bowl and I can't stop breaking into song - not to mention jumping up and dancing around the place like a giddy half-wit.

There I did it again.

Why? What's wrong with me? This. That's it. Liverpool are through to the final of the champions league. Jose, Lampard, Terry, Eidur, yes you Eidur - you were out-played, out-classed, out-manouvred and out-witted. Jon Arne, Stevie, Jamie, Sami, Milan, Djimi, Luis Garcia and everyone else in the team - you're all Kings amongst men. And Rafa, you're a gentleman and a scholar!

Is this the way to Istanbul-o?
Every night I dream of Alonso
Is this the way to Istanbul-o?
Whare Maldini waits for me