The Black Horse

I had a great night. Mia is Swedish, so there was all sorts of tension in the England-
Sweden World Cup Match. We were at the Black Horse, a nice little pub with a landlord named Terry.

Once again, to reiterate: I was in an English pub for an England World Cup game. How cool is that?.

The rest of my stuff should be here tomorrow. Then I’m going to Hastings and then to Portsmouth.

I’m a lucky and, currently, drunk man.

BTW, 2-2 England and Sweden. Both scored goals in the last 10 minutes. It was
a very good game.

Did I mention how much fun I’m having.

Tomorrow: On the Road 🙂

4 thoughts on “The Black Horse”

  1. I was in Cardiff with my dad during the finals two years ago. We pub-crawled our way through the Welsh and inebriated. Lots of hen nights that weekend. Good to hear you are enjoying yourself. Our local is The Red Lion and our neighbours go down there for a pint, or five, and watch the game. I don’t really give a lick about football… as it should be called.

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