
To make her the perfect cheerleader for the next Shrovetide, I wanted to teach her a “cheer”. I can only remember one from my high school year in the States, so that will do:
“Five percent beer
Makes you wanna cheer
Hot roast duck
Makes you wanna
f….fight fight fight”
Needless to tell, my husband didn’t approve at all, despite my fabulous choreography.
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