Not too sure what it was actually, some kind of argentinian dss office I think. To add insult to injury, when i took my wee ticket for the line, i read it as 898 when it was actually 868. I wondered why every cunt was queuejumping me.

Oh how we laughed when i eventually got to the desk.

Anyway, the staff at the imposter postoffice pointed me towards the real post office, so some of you might actually get postcards next month.

So, Monday night? It's 3pm here and raining so i am going to drink some alcohol and stroke my boca juniors top. Have i missed any good tv?