The Wilds meet the Maghreb

Not a good mixture.  Especially when you stir the Meronies into the morass of a moulin Saturday evening.  

Abdel arrived like a spinning dervish between two half times.  

He threw kisses and little sachets around like bonbons then returned to his TV to watch Liverpool supporters being thugs or the French police being arseholes.  The jury's out.

Alexa sat on the windowsill and accommodated the Morass with Bruce, Manu Dibango, The fields of Athenry and Louis Prima and Keely Smith (that was a first) and the last footers left at 3.