To the person who bought the Surrealist manifesto for 3.9 million euros. (I was saving my money, but the exchange rates killed me.)
And to this Mancunian. ("Older, wiser, never applied to me.")
And, finally, to those other Mancunians. When John Terry slipped, I forgot myself, yelling "There is a god!"
And to this Mancunian. ("Older, wiser, never applied to me.")
And, finally, to those other Mancunians. When John Terry slipped, I forgot myself, yelling "There is a god!"
