A quickie that ended up a waffle

Sylvie and Sioux - I will soon be putting my fifty penn'orths worth into your little saga on my Serb Apathy posting as soon as I get myself rested and can read through the cryptic muddled meanderings of your veiled insults.

And, sadly, I feel I am somehow driven to unleash my wrath upon the buffoon who dared to mention the kick & clap code on my blog – Mr. SpringbokBeaverEagle (adopted RSA nickname perhaps Andre or Morne). Sorry old chap, no toffs allowed on this site. Go on, sling your ‘ook!!!!!

But before you do, read my ‘Why Union is Bab’ response (I’ll write it when I wake up).

Then consider, Mr. "Saut piel”, that you need not sling your hook if you simply admit that you’re really just a misguided citizen of Serbia who was brainwashed into playing union and doesn’t really know anything about league or the reasons why union’s … just not right.

Admit that RUGBY UNION is WRONG and all will be forgiven!   

Anyway…

It may be Wednesday, but for me it's the end of a very long week ... I must sleep...

But it's two days until payday and I'm skint as flint.

Here I sit (quietly though coz the old lady downstairs has experimental bat ears) counting coins from my empty Voda Voda bottle. 600 dinars in 20s, 10s, and 5s (that’s a bit more than a fiver), and half a pack of fags … in the whole wide world. This is the Life (lud sam, al' nema veze) ... I'm gunna have to stop blowing all my money at the bleeding bakery (Trpkovic excepted)!!!!

Never mind. On the up side, that five quid in Belgrade will keep me nicely alive for two days. 2 packs of cigs, all the veg I need (a kilo (2(lb)ish) of onions for about 20p, potatoes about the same). Some of the best fruit juices on the flippin' planet (mmmm, Grandma's homemade cherry cordial) for about 60p a litre. And still have change for a bus … But then I’d only need a bus if Belgrade wasn't so cheap that I could live in the centre of town a five minute walk from work.

Still, I'll have to start saving. Thirty now. Got a couple of false teeth (not gold ones though). Can't be counting coppers forever. Anyhoo, I’m cream crackered know. Gotta sleep.

Tara one an' all