jimharri
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tommybooth said:they will be bombing the chippy next. Shit i mentioned the war!
tommybooth said:they will be bombing the chippy next. Shit i mentioned the war!
Carver said:My ow'd fella was about 67ish and the hotel breakfast terrace overlooked the pool. The rep told them that hotel rules were that no towels were to be put down until the pool attendant had finished cleaning round the pool area at breakfast time otherwise towels would be removed and left at reception for collection later in the day. (Obviously they'd had complaints). After 3 days the brits were getting pissed off as others were not following the rules and the attendant wasn't removing the towels, so on the 4th day dad went along the line of sunbeds, removed each towel and threw them all in the pool to a huge round of cheering and clapping from the brits up on the terrace having breakfast. The problem was solved, nobody dared put their towel down then walk off for the rest of the holiday.
awest said:At the ground by 11. Walking about freezing, hailstone, gale force winds and piss wet through. Welcome to Manchester.
LongsightM13 said:I got the match bus out from town at about 6.30 last night. Big queues of both blues and Germans. I was upstairs looking out the window just before my bus pulled out when I saw this middle aged Bayern fan with glasses and two pals march right to the front of the remaining queue and stand there with his arms folded.
Next thing, an old fella with a City scarf walked up, tapped the German on the shoulder and started telling Jerry to get to the back of the line. To be fair, his two mates did but the Camp Commandant with the specs was standing his ground and shouting and waving his arms like a Freddie Starr Hitler impression. The old blue also stood his ground, telling the German to shift.
Sadly, my bus pulled out without seeing the end of this battle of wills.
LongsightM13 said:I got the match bus out from town at about 6.30 last night. Big queues of both blues and Germans. I was upstairs looking out the window just before my bus pulled out when I saw this middle aged Bayern fan with glasses and two pals march right to the front of the remaining queue and stand there with his arms folded.
Next thing, an old fella with a City scarf walked up, tapped the German on the shoulder and started telling Jerry to get to the back of the line. To be fair, his two mates did but the Camp Commandant with the specs was standing his ground and shouting and waving his arms like a Freddie Starr Hitler impression. The old blue also stood his ground, telling the German to shift.
Sadly, my bus pulled out without seeing the end of this battle of wills.