Today I found a pumpkin outside my front door. There was also a pile of shit. According to my flatmate, it was quite a sizeable heap... so she was certain that either a group of animals or people had decided to gather at the foot of our staircase and take a massive group dump. Luckily, by the time I left the house, the fish and chip shop owners next door had decided to rinse it all out. All I got to see were all the flies buzzing around where the shit had been.
A metaphor perhaps for how the English played the Argentineans last night?
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