The last 15 minutes were indeed uplifting, or at least dulled the pain. It reminded me of a Socratic Dialogue, starting with concrete experience and an understanding between the participants (the “left side/right side” dichotomy). Moving swiftly on from the opening dialectic, the subsidiary question emerged (who are you, who are you …), resulting in the drive to a consensus (we are the ‘orns. we are the orns, etc etc). Awesome. Taking inspiration from Rene Descartes, one of the founders of Western philosophy, one can only conclude: Canto, ergo sum!
I’d forgotten how bad it felt to lose a game ALMOST!
OUTCLASSED!
Surely surely the only word to sum up last night is….
Mooney!!!!
pickled
I was quite proud though at the end.
why use one when several will do
Sh!t plastic fans, sh!t leg room, sh!t stewards, sh!t selection of pies (wot no chicken balti) , sh!t loos, sh!t soleless stadium
Inevitable
The last 15 minutes were indeed uplifting, or at least dulled the pain. It reminded me of a Socratic Dialogue, starting with concrete experience and an understanding between the participants (the “left side/right side” dichotomy). Moving swiftly on from the opening dialectic, the subsidiary question emerged (who are you, who are you …), resulting in the drive to a consensus (we are the ‘orns. we are the orns, etc etc). Awesome. Taking inspiration from Rene Descartes, one of the founders of Western philosophy, one can only conclude: Canto, ergo sum!
boring