Aw crikey. It's nice having him around.
Despite the fact it's fucking cold at the moment - and he didn't believe me - and we had to buy a heater over the weekend, it's so nice having him here.
I haven't had a heater in years. I'm a bit stubborn and weird like that, but the Brit was looking rather uncomfortable to say the least. Halogens on full now, and I hope to fuck I remember to turn it off.
We went to a fanpark last night to watch Brazil Cote d'Ivoire with Ant and Gilb, and all simultaneously froze our collective ovaries and testicles off.
I have money on Brazil. I've upped my new sportsmanship into betting. I could win big bucks if Brazil wins. Am I going insane? Am I now a sports bookie?
Ref was a dick though. So what else is new.
I showed my Brit some of my local spots around Johannesburg, while ensuring we had some due...catch up time at home.
He can even blow a vuvuzela better than I can. Pants.
He's such a little handyman too. It's been an age since a guy fiddled with cables and machinery.
He's bloody good.
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I can't help feel everything here is a sexual metaphor:
"He can even blow a vuvuzela better than I can"
Goodness.
"He's such a little handyman too. It's been an age since a guy fiddled with cables and machinery."
That is sad, but happy the cables and machinery are being fiddled with again.
"He's bloody good."
Impreesive.
tee hee! Besides the vuvuzela part (meant quite literally, the other stuff, definitely :)
Hahahahaha. The Brit must open a school and teach some people some lessons. Hehehehe, he sounds like he knows what he is doing...
He's a genius Remy, a bloody ripper of a genius :)
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