Stupid little things that bug you

Foo Foo’s was a brilliant night out.
Perhaps it was simpler times but no one thought it anything but a night out.
She had a good singing voice, was a brilliant stand up comedian, ok the beer was shit but hell, by then..
She also ran a great club, yes she had bouncers but she didnt need them, one night a couple of my mates stood on the seats, she moved from the joke she was telling to ordering them to sit down, behave or be thrown out and immediately back to the joke.
Everyone laughed at my 2 idiot mates, no issues, great night.
 
Perhaps it was simpler times but no one thought it anything but a night out.
She had a good singing voice, was a brilliant stand up comedian, ok the beer was shit but hell, by then..
She also ran a great club, yes she had bouncers but she didnt need them, one night a couple of my mates stood on the seats, she moved from the joke she was telling to ordering them to sit down, behave or be thrown out and immediately back to the joke.
Everyone laughed at my 2 idiot mates, no issues, great night.
I must have gone about half a dozen times at least. At one time with a group of women who I worked with at the time, I won’t say who we were but we had a few jeers, all in good fun. It was the 1980’s, so times were quite tough. I’ve been with mixed couples too. It used to make me laugh seeing the lads, all at the back, frightened to death in case Foo would pick them out. I loved half way through, you could get up for a dance, always a comedian on too, a proper evening's entertainment.
 
His real name was Frank. Used to walk his 2 Afghan hounds past my grandads house in Failsworth. We would always give him the wave and he would flap his wrist about like they do and flick the end of the Bensons he was smoking on the pavement. They play an act, but its part of culture and harmless
 
If you never ended up in Foo Foo's on a night out, you've never lived. Same with Bernard's Embassy Club.

They were a rite of passage for any Mancunian lad, and quite a few lasses.
As I put earlier, I had many a good night at Foo Foo’s but never went to the Embassy Club, being the south side of Manchester, it was a bit far for a night out but I did see Bernard Manning at our Labour Club one night when he did a ‘turn’ one night there. My friend, the daft buggar got up to go to the ladies when he was on the mike and he collared her and said “I bet she’s flattened some grass”:)
 
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(Mostly) American sprinters.

Trying to watch the World Athletics Championship 100 and 200 metres races and have to watch these idiots. When the camera is on you at the start, smile and wave. Don't do "special " elaborate hand gestures and lolling your tongue out like a demented 4 year old, it just makes you look like a dick.
 
As I put earlier, I had many a good night at Foo Foo’s but never went to the Embassy Club, being the south side of Manchester, it was a bit far for a night out but I did see Bernard Manning at our Labour Club one night when he did a ‘turn’ one night there. My friend, the daft buggar got up to go to the ladies when he was on the mike and he collared her and said “I bet she’s flattened some grass”:)
My mate - who has a fucking huge nose - made the same mistake.

When he returned - we were sitting about 12 rows back - Bernard was ready for him:

"Careful mate, your nose is running. Don't worry," he said, taking out his own hanky "Let me get it - I'm closer than you!"
 

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