We left George in the care of Younger Son for the weekend. Younger Son was planning on staying up to watch Joe Calzaghe fight. I don't know how many friends he had round to watch with him but I hope it was a lot. Either that or he and George got through a fair number of bottles and cans of beer on their own.
And Joe won too. See how I am on first name terms with him? It's a Welsh affectation. We instantly adopt our sporting successes as our best friends. I heard him at a press conference afterwards. He was surprisingly articulate for a boxer. He must not have had all his brain cells knocked out yet.
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I saw that he went down in the first round, but he did come around, didn't he? Yay!
Sad! I listened to the fight on the radio and then fell asleep on the floor!!
From all accounts one of the judges could have been drinking your son's beer. Even the Beeb couldn't understand how he scored the fight so much in Joe's favour.
Glad he won though.
Did George have a hangover when you got home? Doggies with hangovers can be miserable.
Jo and you dun well.
Oh that's what BS5 was in about.
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