I met bigman and jobber in the Malt Shovels in Alty
An early start was my fault- James from work was on the razz for his birthday in Alty so I said I'd pop along
His bird and Eddie were along for the ride as well
his missus can speak fluent Dutch- and even said Dirk Kuyt right!
they we trekked to the Star & Garter for, as Golds would no doubt put it:
"some Smiths/Morrissey carnage"
prior to getting in though, Nick got a text off the Spaniards that we met there back in October
so we sat with them for the start, and I discovered I'd lost £20 cos of my incompetent fumbling
even Morrissey joined us for a bit
"Mr Photogenic" came good for the blog as well. He doesnt disappoint
I asked this guy if I could take a snap and then just took the picture before he answered
I'm a maverick, I play by my own rules...
bigman sent a text to Golds lambasting him for missing out on some Spanish heros
he also utilised his phone to write messages in spanish calling Nick a homo
(that isnt bigmans phone though)
treats
necking our drinks was a huge mistake...
secrets
then we went upstairs and the wheels fell off a bit
I gave Teresa my gloves for a bit
then I whored my jacket out to Fernando, despite him mocking my Athletic Bilbao team
when bigman (Deportivo) and jobber (Racing Santander) told him their clubs Fernando tore into us
saying "You guys support such fucking shit clubs!" but he did say that was what made us great
Teresa sported my gear for a while as well
it was swapsies
jobber brought out some love hearts to woo any LSE's
catface was out as well. I may or may not have given her a ferrero rocher, I can't remember
treats
some hero must have torn over, got destroyed, then cycled home again
obligatory fingers up from Jobber
we left cos of Nick and I bizarrely jumped on his bandwagon
what about your diet? oh, yeah sorry forgot. I blame my source...
doomed
Nick was as bad, bigman normally has a cat nap in the taxi, but this time he just had hiccups
hometime
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