Crazy legs wasnt the only person to wake up late on new years day in bed with another man. After a lock-in in the fine establishment that is Bedfords Pub in Southampton went on far too late, it was unsurprising that I woke up somewhat confused and only able to open one eye. I didnt even have time for a shower as I legged it to Southampton Central just in time to get the 12.30-ish train to london. As the train departed it dawned on me that I felt quite sick and really shouldnt be going to the football at all. Feck it, I thought, it might clear the head. My phone was runing out of battery with each text i recieved from Bubble, who was telling me to meet him at the Eight Bells near Putney Bridge station and that he'd bought me a ticket off come bloke in the pub for thirty quid! A moment just to repeat that- thirty quid to watch a game at craven cottage. somone somewhere is having a laugh! I changed at Clapham Junction and got a train direct to Putney. From here I walked down the high street, over the Thames and towards the Eight Bells. I feel I should point out that I hate West London. The place really grates with me, although I couldn't tell you why. It's cause wasn't helped when I stopped off at a McDonalds to line the stomach before the drinking began and had to wait the bst part of ten minutes for a meal which wasnt even what I wanted. Annoying. I turned up at the Eight Bells shortly after two o clock- i'd walked the long way! I was greeted by the site of familiar faces outside the pub, exchanged pleasantries and got myself a beer. Unbeknown to me, I did all this with some cheese from my big mac on my shoulder. If anyone can think of a rational explanation for how it got there i'd like to hear it, but either way it gave the likes of bubble great pleasure in pointing it out to me. A mate from aylesbury turned up even later than me with tinnies in his pockets and we made our way to the stadium. Got talking to some watford lads on the way who had been up all night, and not under they're own steam if you catch my drift! They sold my mate a ticket for £15 which pissed me off a little bit! There was a minutes silence before the game for maurice cook, i think, who played for both fulham and watford. the announcer put an idea in my head when he asked us to turn off our mobile phones to observe the minutes silence. As i got my phone out to ring bubble who I knew wouldn't turn his phone off, he'd obviously had the same idea. My phone burst into song causing a snigger amongst the fans sat around me and dave. an 'accident' bubble said. 'bollox' i replied! The game was good, not excellent. I had a can of Carling in my hand during the first half and cant really remember memorable moments beyond hitting the woodwork at least twice, Mackay coming on and Niemi being stretchered off. The atmosphere was excellent, by far the best atmosphere we've created in any of the london games this season and roused me from my hangover a bit. After the game it was a wet and windy walk back to the eight bells where we got pissed and watched the the man u game. I phoned an old friend who lived in putney and agreed to meet her in the eight bells. Jobr, Bubble, Paddy and Dougy, amongst others, took great delight in asking 'is that her?' about any fat bird who walked past. I was also faced with allegations of being tight fisted (I did pay bubble pack £20 of that ticket!!) and having wandering hands by a certain female member of this board. I deny both allegations. My friend finally arrived, I got a round in and got a load of stick for doing so. you cant win sometimes. I arranged to go back to her house in putney where another female acquantance of mine would be waiting for me alone with a bottle of wine, a dvd and hopefuly some dinner. It took me over an hour to find the place....... ..... And I've only just got home! ;D ;D ;D
I honestly didn't ring you on purpose mate, my phone must have been unlocked in my pocket ;D Cracking write-up fella!
Guy, when i spoke to Leigh earlier today he asked me to ask you where you found that picture from? He says it's his flag! Thought i recognised it! Bring the flag for Man Utd mate!
yeah I'll bring our flag to man u. was going to bring it to fulham but i was rushed enough as it is. tell leigh barmyflags.com! I thought his flag was a union jack?
prior to the young lady arriving in said pub, he had told us exactly what he had planned for the evening. This was derailed after some intense questioning of said bird who announced she was off on a date. Bless the sadness in his little face. But quality entertainment for us
But yet he continued to deny it and dig himself deeper and deeper... Guy it's been crap not having you at places like Newcastle and Man City, make sure you're in attendance for most away games in the second half of the season, no excuses when you've turned abbey national over in court!!
She agreed to let him stay, she made it clear she wouldn't be home. After she went to hide his sadness he tried to big up this other bird
they weren't my exact words. It was more like "she's an old mate from my estate in aylesbury, but I wouldnt mind farking her!!!"
Thank god my misses doesn't read these boards! I think I should be outright winner for having my name dragged through the mud like this!;D
....which is why the whole thing was strictly plutonic and blow out of all proportion by the usual suspect!
Guy and the young lady kept us amused for a good couple of hours. No matter how he tried to get out of it.
She had opened front shoes on, so you couldn't miss this little star. looked like one you got stuck on your work at school when you were a good boy / girl
