The boss nights with Jamie Webster are cringeworthy beyond belief. Only them and man united/pete boyle could get away with it. Assuming they have to pay for it as well.
I once dated a red but her mum refused to talk to me as i was a blue. Luckily i now live in Bournemouth but possibly more of them here. The Boss nights are possibly the ones you watched. Everything about them is manufactured beyond their reality. I take it you now live in exeter. I lived on heavitree road and by the cemetry by polsloe bridge for few years. A lovely part of the countryI didn't know what they were, but I just googled them. Exactly what I'm talking about! You have my deepest sympathies as an Evertonian. It must be purgatory to have that kind of nonsense in your face morning, noon and night! And you should know that I don't bash them lightly. I lived in Liverpool for 10 years and married a native, and love my extended family dearly. The football club and its supporters are something else though. Delusional beyond belief
I once dated a red but her mum refused to talk to me as i was a blue. Luckily i now live in Bournemouth but possibly more of them here. The Boss nights are possibly the ones you watched. Everything about them is manufactured beyond their reality. I take it you now live in exeter. I lived on heavitree road and by the cemetry by polsloe bridge for few years. A lovely part of the country
In the Queens !! And she turned out to be a nutterI once had to walk away from Macclesfield all the way back to Poynton at 3am in the pissing rain, when a bird I had pulled in the Queens turned out to be a nut nut and I had to escape from her flat. Similar thing happened in Rhodes once which was a much better place to have to walk miles in the middle of the night.
In the Queens !! And she turned out to be a nutter
Well there’s a shocker!!
Someone mention Munich?
Brothers in arms. Scousers and Man Ure.
The opposite mate. I grew up just outside of Exeter (the Heavitree side of town as it goes, out past the airport), but went North for Uni many moons ago. Family’s all gone now, but I still go “home” a couple of times a year to visit friends and make a pilgrimage to the “other” St James Park
Do you remember Tony Kellow?
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.