No Lube Paper. It's Just Goes.

It's the day of the World Cup semi-final when my friend Ollie managed to get tickets to Hyde Park. We arrive as kick-off has happened and I queue to get some beers, which takes honestly 30 minutes. The problem is I'm too small and too polite. It's nearly as bad as coming back to find you have left some chicken in your fridge for a month as you forgot to throw it out. There we go. Search lube paper instead. Yes, found it. Wasn't that hard? Jamie Laine on Kaiser Sossein: "I thought I was going over here"