..18th June 1996...the front page didn'tusually interest him much...though even that focussed on tonight'smatch. Though the team had looked pretty goo... against Scotland, hereally didn't fancy their chances against the Dutch, Bergkamp, Kluivertetc needed no introduction.Other than the match...still clearing up in Manchester after the IRAbomb on Saturday...for some reason the mention of the IRA amused himslightly...where did that come from...those scumbags were no joke.Russian election coming. To aaj kuch zyada kaam nahi tha to nikal gaye. Tum ghar pe hona?Mein: Haan haan, ghar pe hi hoon.Papa: Acha theek hai mein rakhta hoon. Drive kar raha hoon.Mein: Papa! Aap kahi rok ke caal nahi kar sakte kya?Papa: Nahi beta signal pe tha jab cal kiya abhi signal chut gayi.Mein: Ok to rakhiye phone ab.Papa: Tumhe kuch chahiye kya?Mein: Mmmm… Ek bada wala dairymilk.Papa: Ha ha ha! Theek hai beta, lata hoon.Mein: Ok ab phone katiye aur gadi chalaiye. Bye.Papa: Ok aata hoon, bye.Papa ne call kat. When Asked I would always tell them that I was with both of them, which led to numerous high fives and continued attention for both ladies. At a certain point in the evening, Lana noticed one guy in particular and pointed out that he reminded her of somebody in their past…apparently somebody she had always wanted to get with. Being the good wing man, I started dancing us over towards that area and made it obvious who I was actually with, leaving Lana hanging some. He took the bait and started. “I noticed.” I said, putting an arm around her. We remained like that for awhile. It had begun to rain. The house was silent except for the sound of the rain hitting it. “Do you think I’m pretty” she asked curiously, looking up at me. “You’re beautiful,” I replied, not missing a beat. “Really” she asked, after a pause. “If I thought you were unattractive, I’d let you know.” I chuckled. “Why do you ask” I questioned. Miracle seemed to think about this for a moment. “Just wondering…” she.