Here’s my flair, and this has been me expressing *myself.*
Michael Moore is intolerably smug right now, and I call a meeting.
“Now you will have your peace, you disgusting frog!”
In condemning this harmless self-expression, we teach them only to judge appearances.
No teams. No team captains. No manipulating the trajectory of some ball. Just every single one of us, our hands, and a magnificent disc of nylon.
It’s been one month since Brexit, an international narrative foreshadowed by this tale of public poo-poo in East Yorkshire.
Open to the chaos, and become a true whine connoisseur.