Signs of Cold Turkey #1

On Sunday night I dreamt that I had a dog called Alan Brazil. Why my mind
settled on the ex-Man Utd and Ipswich forward I have no idea, but I like it. imgres-2

Just think of the possibilities in the park: “Fetch Alan Brazil! Fetch!”

“No Alan Brazil! Sit down Alan Brazil!!”

It’s got all sorts of genius. Although it does mean I would have to pick up Alan Brazil’s poo. Hmmm.

No! I am settled on the idea. If I ever get a dog I am going to call him Alan Brazil. Or maybe Remy Meade?

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