Our fame is growing - big time

[Marvin]

I was lost in bandit country last week - sorry I mean Salford I saw a few city shirts - not sure whether they had bought them or nicked them - pleasant sight to behold especially at the RAGS tea towel is out soon.

Think it's already out. Seen it in shop windows anyway, but not seen anyone wearing it. Bit disappointing

 

[Balti]

hotel bar in scotland on business and a californian lady tourist starts chatting

when I say I hail from manchester she says City or United I tell her and get smiles and congratulations and discussion of 'that' moment

blimey

I've spent decades trying to convert foreigners all over the world to the cause and away from any sympathies to the scum on my travels as you do but I don't think I'll encounter the same level of difficulty in future!

bring it on

 

[stony]

I've spotted 6 City shirts in the last month in the small town where I live(near Barnsley)
It's still a novelty seeing a City shirt anywhere outside of Manchester and the surrounding area.

What is the town called ?

Wombwell, the land that time forgot.

 

[tonea2003]

i am currently on holiday in orlando, and yesterday had a good chat with a french disney cast member(bordeaux fan) he spotted my lads city shirt and said you are going to have the best team in the world pretty soon with the players you have and will get, i mentioned we are in for van persie and he gave it a big noooo!

also walked past a leeds fan and he just shouted "champions" with a big thumbs up
the obvious utd hatred was oozing out of his pores.

 

[King Geedorah]

Just got back from a month trek to the North Pole. [It was absolutely beautiful, I would recommend to anyone but I could write pages about the trip itself but I'll stop]

Anyway we were about 140 nautical miles from the North pole, just before where it all gets truly unhabitable and no-one goes bar exploration purposes. We're talking

So after 19 days of nothing but walking, with our moral at its lowest at that point where the start and finish seem equally far away, the last people 5 days and 80 miles behind us, with the guides telling us to walk faster because the weather is deteriorating fast, in the very distance there is this dark spot, contrasted against the white snow and ice in every direction.

Our tour guides tell us to stop immediately. We're all fucking delighted. At this point we're beyond knackered. But shit, our tour guides barely speak. And now they're animated. They've walked slightly out of hearing range. And we're trying to listen in. All we hear is the odd word. Then I hear 'polar bear'. I quickly glance at my mate. He heard it too. Anyway they finish they're talking and come over to us. We're all shitting ourselves. Anyway he tells us something along the lines of.

'We're so far from civilisation, the only conceivable reason for that dark blot, is a seal carcass that a polar bears had, now the polar bears may have moved on but they usually hang around a kill for a few days, we can't turn back now so just be extra vigilant and I've loaded the shot gun'

At this point I'm just like fuck. I mean I know it was dangerous but this was a licensed expedition. Then you get those thoughts, maybe I'll be that guy on the news being reported as dead from a polar bear attack.

Anyway we carried on because there's no point turning back at this stage. So we're getting closer and closer to this dark thing, with the danger ever increasing that there could be a fucking 1000lbs polar bear waiting anywhere, perfectly camoflaug

 

[davymcfc]

Just got back from a month trek to the North Pole. [It was absolutely beautiful, I would recommend to anyone but I could write pages about the trip itself but I'll stop]

Anyway we were about 140 nautical miles from the North pole, just before where it all gets truly unhabitable and no-one goes bar exploration purposes. We're talking

So after 19 days of nothing but walking, with our moral at its lowest at that point where the start and finish seem equally far away, the last people 5 days and 80 miles behind us, with the guides telling us to walk faster because the weather is deteriorating fast, in the very distance there is this dark spot, contrasted against the white snow and ice in every direction.

Our tour guides tell us to stop immediately. We're all fucking delighted. At this point we're beyond knackered. But shit, our tour guides barely speak. And now they're animated. They've walked slightly out of hearing range. And we're trying to listen in. All we hear is the odd word. Then I hear 'polar bear'. I quickly glance at my mate. He heard it too. Anyway they finish they're talking and come over to us. We're all shitting ourselves. Anyway he tells us something along the lines of.

'We're so far from civilisation, the only conceivable reason for that dark blot, is a seal carcass that a polar bears had, now the polar bears may have moved on but they usually hang around a kill for a few days, we can't turn back now so just be extra vigilant and I've loaded the shot gun'

At this point I'm just like fuck. I mean I know it was dangerous but this was a licensed expedition. Then you get those thoughts, maybe I'll be that guy on the news being reported as dead from a polar bear attack.

Anyway we carried on because there's no point turning back at this stage. So we're getting closer and closer to this dark thing, with the danger ever increasing that there could be a fucking 1000lbs polar bear waiting anywhere, perfectly camoflaug

One of the bears have a city shirt on?

 

[southstand117]

Just got back from a month trek to the North Pole. [It was absolutely beautiful, I would recommend to anyone but I could write pages about the trip itself but I'll stop]

Anyway we were about 140 nautical miles from the North pole, just before where it all gets truly unhabitable and no-one goes bar exploration purposes. We're talking

So after 19 days of nothing but walking, with our moral at its lowest at that point where the start and finish seem equally far away, the last people 5 days and 80 miles behind us, with the guides telling us to walk faster because the weather is deteriorating fast, in the very distance there is this dark spot, contrasted against the white snow and ice in every direction.

Our tour guides tell us to stop immediately. We're all fucking delighted. At this point we're beyond knackered. But shit, our tour guides barely speak. And now they're animated. They've walked slightly out of hearing range. And we're trying to listen in. All we hear is the odd word. Then I hear 'polar bear'. I quickly glance at my mate. He heard it too. Anyway they finish they're talking and come over to us. We're all shitting ourselves. Anyway he tells us something along the lines of.

'We're so far from civilisation, the only conceivable reason for that dark blot, is a seal carcass that a polar bears had, now the polar bears may have moved on but they usually hang around a kill for a few days, we can't turn back now so just be extra vigilant and I've loaded the shot gun'

At this point I'm just like fuck. I mean I know it was dangerous but this was a licensed expedition. Then you get those thoughts, maybe I'll be that guy on the news being reported as dead from a polar bear attack.

Anyway we carried on because there's no point turning back at this stage. So we're getting closer and closer to this dark thing, with the danger ever increasing that there could be a fucking 1000lbs polar bear waiting anywhere, perfectly camoflaug

Got any pics of your trek?

 

[Balti]

Just got back from a month trek to the North Pole. [It was absolutely beautiful, I would recommend to anyone but I could write pages about the trip itself but I'll stop]

Anyway we were about 140 nautical miles from the North pole, just before where it all gets truly unhabitable and no-one goes bar exploration purposes. We're talking

So after 19 days of nothing but walking, with our moral at its lowest at that point where the start and finish seem equally far away, the last people 5 days and 80 miles behind us, with the guides telling us to walk faster because the weather is deteriorating fast, in the very distance there is this dark spot, contrasted against the white snow and ice in every direction.

Our tour guides tell us to stop immediately. We're all fucking delighted. At this point we're beyond knackered. But shit, our tour guides barely speak. And now they're animated. They've walked slightly out of hearing range. And we're trying to listen in. All we hear is the odd word. Then I hear 'polar bear'. I quickly glance at my mate. He heard it too. Anyway they finish they're talking and come over to us. We're all shitting ourselves. Anyway he tells us something along the lines of.

'We're so far from civilisation, the only conceivable reason for that dark blot, is a seal carcass that a polar bears had, now the polar bears may have moved on but they usually hang around a kill for a few days, we can't turn back now so just be extra vigilant and I've loaded the shot gun'

At this point I'm just like fuck. I mean I know it was dangerous but this was a licensed expedition. Then you get those thoughts, maybe I'll be that guy on the news being reported as dead from a polar bear attack.

Anyway we carried on because there's no point turning back at this stage. So we're getting closer and closer to this dark thing, with the danger ever increasing that there could be a fucking 1000lbs polar bear waiting anywhere, perfectly camoflaug

One of the bears have a city shirt on?

the seal was a rag?

 

[bluesilver]

Just got back from a month trek to the North Pole. [It was absolutely beautiful, I would recommend to anyone but I could write pages about the trip itself but I'll stop]

Anyway we were about 140 nautical miles from the North pole, just before where it all gets truly unhabitable and no-one goes bar exploration purposes. We're talking

So after 19 days of nothing but walking, with our moral at its lowest at that point where the start and finish seem equally far away, the last people 5 days and 80 miles behind us, with the guides telling us to walk faster because the weather is deteriorating fast, in the very distance there is this dark spot, contrasted against the white snow and ice in every direction.

Our tour guides tell us to stop immediately. We're all fucking delighted. At this point we're beyond knackered. But shit, our tour guides barely speak. And now they're animated. They've walked slightly out of hearing range. And we're trying to listen in. All we hear is the odd word. Then I hear 'polar bear'. I quickly glance at my mate. He heard it too. Anyway they finish they're talking and come over to us. We're all shitting ourselves. Anyway he tells us something along the lines of.

'We're so far from civilisation, the only conceivable reason for that dark blot, is a seal carcass that a polar bears had, now the polar bears may have moved on but they usually hang around a kill for a few days, we can't turn back now so just be extra vigilant and I've loaded the shot gun'

At this point I'm just like fuck. I mean I know it was dangerous but this was a licensed expedition. Then you get those thoughts, maybe I'll be that guy on the news being reported as dead from a polar bear attack.

Anyway we carried on because there's no point turning back at this stage. So we're getting closer and closer to this dark thing, with the danger ever increasing that there could be a fucking 1000lbs polar bear waiting anywhere, perfectly camoflaug

One of the bears have a city shirt on?

I was waiting for that to be the punch line!

 

[The perfect fumble]

Just got back from a month trek to the North Pole. [It was absolutely beautiful, I would recommend to anyone but I could write pages about the trip itself but I'll stop]

Anyway we were about 140 nautical miles from the North pole, just before where it all gets truly unhabitable and no-one goes bar exploration purposes. We're talking

So after 19 days of nothing but walking, with our moral at its lowest at that point where the start and finish seem equally far away, the last people 5 days and 80 miles behind us, with the guides telling us to walk faster because the weather is deteriorating fast, in the very distance there is this dark spot, contrasted against the white snow and ice in every direction.

Our tour guides tell us to stop immediately. We're all fucking delighted. At this point we're beyond knackered. But shit, our tour guides barely speak. And now they're animated. They've walked slightly out of hearing range. And we're trying to listen in. All we hear is the odd word. Then I hear 'polar bear'. I quickly glance at my mate. He heard it too. Anyway they finish they're talking and come over to us. We're all shitting ourselves. Anyway he tells us something along the lines of.

'We're so far from civilisation, the only conceivable reason for that dark blot, is a seal carcass that a polar bears had, now the polar bears may have moved on but they usually hang around a kill for a few days, we can't turn back now so just be extra vigilant and I've loaded the shot gun'

At this point I'm just like fuck. I mean I know it was dangerous but this was a licensed expedition. Then you get those thoughts, maybe I'll be that guy on the news being reported as dead from a polar bear attack.

Anyway we carried on because there's no point turning back at this stage. So we're getting closer and closer to this dark thing, with the danger ever increasing that there could be a fucking 1000lbs polar bear waiting anywhere, perfectly camoflaug

One of the bears have a city shirt on?

Yep, he was singing "We're not really here".