I've been hanging out with a Canadian, recently.
The other day, we considered visiting the hallowed turf of Upton Park, but access is limited.
So instead, we visited some tin-pot place in North London.
We also visited a couple of pubs and sampled a traditional carvery complete with "yorkshire pudding" and "treacle sponge".
The Turf gets blasted with UV overnight inbetween games.
This is where Jens Lehmann hangs out when he's not throwing pizza at Man U playing staff.
Randy struggles hard to contain his enthusiasm at the temple of "Arse".
