Three cheers for handsome victorious boys! Sergio tweeted this “fotito” of his pals and said “Sakatuqui..!!” Translation, please? I think I may have drank something called a Sakatuqui last night.
I gotta be straight up honest, you’re not going to get a lot out of me today. I went to see Pulp two nights in a row and it was spectacular. However, last night, I ended up with Dollo, NJOD, El Fano and the Philly contingent doing shots in a bar with a mechanical bull before the show (as you do). DON’T ASK! I’m not sure how it all happened either. Today, I’m overtired and whiny, losing my voice from screaming the words to every song and nursing a delicate head. And, no, I didn’t ride the bull. Thanks for asking though. Bleurgh.
Iker posted this blurry bench shot with the (Bing translated) caption: “One step more! Much more but today was important to win the Madrid derbi! A real hug!” Oh, so the ones previous were fake hugs? Thanks, Geeker.
Real Madrid continues to give us nightmares with their dreadful Talking Players app, this time tormenting us with my beauteous boo, the fleet footed Mesut Ozil. Travesty! Don’t even, you bastards!
But at least this time, they’re sweetening the pot by throwing in a signed Ozil shirt.
Real Madrid has also decided to make Grada Blanca, the match day program available for free on Itunes (Spanish language only).
When you go to the page, it says stuff about how much a subscription costs, but also says free. Check it out at the link and see if you can make more sense of it than my poor fried brain can.
A few more bits and bobs: Xabi Alonso tweeted “Small pleasures, 3 points and watching The Killing.” Wonder how much a pleasure he’ll think it is when he sees the season finale, eh?
Stuart Holden is cute as all get out. You knew that, of course, but enjoy the latest episode of No Holden Back. He likes bunnies, you see.
Joey Barton. When I hear that name so many things come to mind. Mostly curse words. But today, I learned that I needn’t have spent that $50K on an undergrad art history/studio art degree, I could have just listened to the erudite musings of Joey as he toured the Lucien Freud exhibit. You think I’m joking? I shit you not. Listen and weep…with laughter. He’s trying so hard to be an El Pirata. Ain’t gonna work, Joey. That kinda hipster ain’t made, they’re born that way.
I’m going to crawl into a hole now and die slowly. I’ll talk to you later when I’m more awake.