7th April, 2014I got word that Bombinho was trying to get in touch with me and get in touch with me through Skype! Why Skype? Where was he? Was this an affront to FaceTime? I immediately logged onto Skype and waited for Bombinho to add me. He did within the time it took to make a cuppa, batter some fish, fry the fish, eat the fish, curse his name, and finish reading the first ‘Flashman’ book.
When Bombinho appeared in front of me on Skype, it looked a hell of a lot sunnier where he was. Very odd.
STANLEY: Wait a moment! You’re not in Shyton!
BOMBINHO: No, I’m in Rio de Janeiro.
Shyton United wouldn’t like that. Bombinho was in a hot tub talking to me on his iPhone and next to him was his curvaceous, sexually arousing, blonde bombshell of a wife. She made me feel funny. From what I coul
