C’est un bon début je crois, la visière chromée...
Huhuhu... Merci Patounet !

Je dois dire que le truc qui m’a foutu le plus d’adrénaline quand je suis allé sur le terrain la première fois, c’était pas les billes qui fusaient dans tous les sens, ni les mecs qui braillent, ni le soleil...

Mais mon souffle... que j’entendais encore plus fort par sa réverbération dans le masque...

C’est assez inhabituel et pour tout dire assez... inhabituel... Hum.

Nan, c’est bon.
Sinon y’a aussi quand le lanceur veut plus lancer, là on est pas fier.
wala, j’arrête jusqu’à ce soir...

After a twelve hours sleep and a pretty blue Saturday evening, I woke up with that song in my head. Thanks to the one who made me discover this song (a long long time ago), and the one who reminded it to me.

I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she was gonna meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man

You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometime, well, you might find
You get what you need

And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, we’re gonna vent our frustration
If we don’t, we’re gonna blow a 50-amp fuse

You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, well, you just might find
You get what you need

I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And, man, did he look pretty ill

We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead"
I said to him

You can’t always get what you want, Lord
You can’t always get what you want, I tell you this, baby
You can’t always get what you want, baby
But if you try sometimes, you just might find
Oo, you get what you need
You get what you need

I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well, I could tell by her bloodstained hands

You can’t always get what you want, yes
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, you just might find, you just might find
You get what you need

Oh, you can’t always get what you want, no, no, baby
You can’t always get what you want, standing in line now
You can’t always get what you want
Mm, but if you try sometimes, you j-just might find, you just might find there’s something
You get what you need

Ah, can you do that?

Parce que c’est (plus ou moins) d’actualité, que j’ai retrouvé ça dans les tiroirs, et que je trouvais ça marrant...

Attention !
Ça fait quand même un peu plus de 7Mo.