The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

“You’re not a scum are you?” Gordon asked me.
“Erm, no. Not Manchester. Not a Manchester fan.” I muttered.
“Oh, that’s a shame. I am.” The women said. She looked at Gordon and raised
both hands with her fingers displaying the very British ‘V’ sign and laughed at
him.
Maybe that is why they wanted a gooseberry.
The game ended 1-0. The party was just starting and as the noise level rose I
missed several calls from Elly. It turns out she was just calling to say that a
shopping emergency had delayed her and I could come to find her if I wanted
to. As I headed out to the toilet again and found her messages and tried to call
her. As I unbuttoned my jeans with one hand and dialled with another I saw her
emerge from round a corner. She was saddled with bags but looking very
pleased with herself.
“Just a second, I need a slash.” I went to the toilet and returned to her wiping
my wet hands in the arm pits of my shirt. “What did you get?”
“Just what I needed.” She replied. “Can we go?”
“Don’t you fancy a drink?”
“Not in there.” She shuddered.