El Bagel
A thousand pardons my dearest Bagel Buddies. Your bready friend is once again abroad, the lucky tyke and this time it’s southern Spain that calls. No business has brought me here today. A warmer climate, a cleaner air, a slower pace of bagel is what I’ve craved and exactly what I reap. But worry not, I’ll never forget you guys, you happy few, you band of brothers. The Bagel will always have one eye on all things Spurs even when on vacation. There is no rest for The Bagel and besides I may just take a bit of a busman’s holiday and watch some Spanish Football, full match report included. How do the other half live, after all, it is a game of two of them.
So, cafe finally found through labyrinthine streets of a cobbled maze, I’m settled down, pint in hand and ready to dish the dirt. My only regret that it’s taken so long to find this spot and deliver this brightener to your days. I trust you all had good ones.
Fortunately, news has been somewhat thin on the ground as indeed to be expected mid-week, mid-season. Last night’s bung report seems rather disappointing on the naming, shaming and club tumbling stakes but at least it’s good to watch Big Face Sam squirm; well we would be watching if his giant bonce wasn’t blocking the entire view. Come to think of it, there were probably many other managers implicated and indeed in the studio with Sam but sadly eclipsed by that famous noggin. It’s also worth noting that Allardyce’s head was recently declassified from planet status along with Pluto. Sorry Sam, it’s only a moon.
So, what has actually happened since last we spoke? Well, firstly, and very nice and smugly I might add, what happened was that we didn’t play in the Carling Cup last night. That felt pretty good, didn’t it? Rather nice to sit back and watch other Premiership nerves ashaking as foreign fans sat clinging to cigarettes burnt down to their fingers, eyes glued to a pub TV, hoping to God that it’s not their giant that’s killed. Yeah, I could get used to that.
The only other point of interest, aside anything any of you, my favourite people, wish to throw into the mix, is that Hossam Ghaly, the “oh yeah, him” of midfielders has said he wants another crack at right midfield. I still haven’t seen him play! I was far too busy discovering the inner thoughts and secrets of the inside of my tent when he was on show at Old Trafford. I’ve got no problem with him having a go and nor has my tent. We both agreed that while the team has yet to gel, we may as well try all sorts of combinations until that critical mass is reached. We also agreed that orange is a far more breathable biscuit than a tomato.
I’ll see youse all bright and early; well, earlyish tomorrow. Be lucky, stay golden and don’t go changing.
Theth theth theth bagel.
The Bagel.
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