FK Buducnost Podgorića (MNE) or JK Narva Trans (EST) Would be the lowest seeds we could get.
Ive started off already !!
Helsinki's the biz. A beautiful city where the east and west meet - Slavonic statues, Russian architecture and tolerant attitudes.
I could spend hours in the railway station just looking at the architecture, and listening for the rumble of the Leningrad-Helsinki train that docks about 11am. Two locos at each end pushing/pulling the fupper and about 50 coaches.
I was hoping for some sort of Dr Zhivago/Jenny Agutter in The Railway Children series of familial reunions, with Soviet babushkas meeting their Suomi grandchildren for the first time in scenes of high emotion on the 700m long platform.
Nuh. Just businessmen in linen suits with laptop bags.
I attended an HJK game whilst I was there. Poor atmosphere, family-friendly, and a 4-0 stroll against some Karelian yokels from Lapenraanta or some other hick deadbeat town. Lapenraanta does have a Drive In Elvis burger joint, though.
Rules?
Right you are.
Fantastic commitment to the rules there.
Jenny
She's a sort of yardstick, some say benchmark.
School uniform (soon divested) in Walkabout.
Nurse's uniform in An American Werewolf in London.
Taking a formidable rogering from Peter Firth in a stable hayloft in Equus.
She has a lovely mind, which is what I admire most, obviously.
First chebs i got to see. Maybe Logan's Run or was that just all the other women? Either way she got them out in a film I shouldn't have been watching.
I went out with a Finnish girl. I really didn't like Finland. Maybe it was all the traditional food forced upon me.
No pics but here's Julie...
Splendid, Aldo min, splendid.
Who knew of Wes*** chronicler and awesome poet Thomas Hardy's influence on rock n roll?
Who do you think the Terry and Julie Ray had in mind when he jotted down the lyrics of Waterloo Sunset when this top class film was in the picture hooses?
A bit of Hardy culture outlining his bleak fatalistic world view later captured in his best-known novels?
Anything to oblige.
During Wind and Rain (Thomas Hardy)
They sing their dearest songs—
He, she, all of them—yea,
Treble and tenor and bass,
And one to play;
With the candles mooning each face. . . .
Ah, no; the years O!
How the sick leaves reel down in throngs!
They clear the creeping moss—
Elders and juniors—aye,
Making the pathways neat
And the garden gay;
And they build a shady seat. . . .
Ah, no; the years, the years,
See, the white storm-birds wing across.
They are blithely breakfasting all—
Men and maidens—yea,
Under the summer tree,
With a glimpse of the bay,
While pet fowl come to the knee. . . .
Ah, no; the years O!
And the rotten rose is ript from the wall.
They change to a high new house,
He, she, all of them—aye,
Clocks and carpets and chairs
On the lawn all day,
And brightest things that are theirs. . . .
Ah, no; the years, the years;
Down their carved names the rain-drop ploughs.
Same here. First set I remember seeing in American Werewolf in London. Almost certain she kept them in during Logans Run.