Of course. In fact I had the dubious distinction of glad handing him around our school fete in 1982. Fecker wouldn’t have a go at our penalty shoot out competition because he had his “best shoes” on. He was a proper old goalscorer of the Goater variety, always in the right place. Sadly no longer with us.....
I swear I was going to write that, but did not want to be accused of plagiarism.
I reckon you should copyright your phrase ;)
Thought you’d of been up for a threesome with her carer ?Yes I know but I was much younger and was pissed up. I only went in for a quick pint before the train came and within minutes i was in love and had no hesitation in giving the last train a miss. She had a very large chest and her own flat on the Moss both of these factors and the beer factor caused me to think that getting the train home would have been at best an act of stupidity and at worse a sin given the opportunity that had presented itself. It all started to go badly wrong soon after arrival at said flat.
I know.
We come from the same village, though he was a few years older than me. One of his brothers worked for my dad for years.
We had many drinks together after he moved back and before I moved away.
The first professional game I ever saw was Exeter's 3-0 win against Leicester (Kellow hat-trick) in their great Cup run in '81. I was at Bicton College at the time.