The price of memories
The love of my life used to work with a chap called Stan.
Stan was a passionate supporter of Arsenal. And then Stan died, but had his remains buried at Highbury.
A great resting place for someone who loved the beautiful game.
However, the morons in charge of these things, decided to move their grounds. So whilst they happily declare that the new grounds is making them even more money (and I’d point out, it’s a sport, not a business) poor Stan’s resting place is rapidly being turned into yuppie flats.
2 comments September 24th, 2007
