Don’t Be Silly Baxter, You Know I Can’t Speak Spanish
The frustrated words of the immortal Ron Burgundy. Something I’ve been uttering to myself as I sat on the train down to Gatwick on Sunday morning. I was off to Rioja for the first time in my life and wondering just how stupid I’d be feeling over the next few days. I’ve never learned to …
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