Hell Didsbury, is anything you do straightforward? Brilliant story but I ain't coming anywhere near you on a euro away :-)Here's another tale. On the Friday night we left the Ribiera about 10.30pm, pissed up, making a conscious decision not to go too late on the day before the game. We picked up four nice cold cans and a packet of fags to take back to the hotel. We are ex-smokers who smoke when we are pissed. Got back to the hotel, back to our rooms and I realised i'd left the carrier bag in the back of the taxi. So I volunteered to go out on a mission for fags, assuming there'd be a shop open or something. I had no cash so my mate lent me his card.
I went out and started combing the streets. Must have searched street after street for a good half hour when I found a bar that was still open (to locals) and had like a cigarette counter. I triumphantly got 20 marlborough lights, offered the card to which the guy announces it's cash only. In despair I route around in my pocket and find 2 euros amongst the English coins and the bartender must have taken pity on me because he took the measly coins and gave me the fags.
I left in triumph, only to quickly realise I was totally fucking lost. I wander round for another 20 minutes and text my mate saying "Totally lost and phone on 1%". In the end I find the hotel and it's 11.30pm. I staggered up to the room to find my mate asleep.
It was then that I reached in my jacket pocket and found that the original fags we bought were in there all along and I'd totally wasted the last hour.
Nah. Just gave him so much abuse he fucked off although he was as safe as houses with that brick shithouse he was with!Another bolt of hazy memory.
I'm sure someone told us that The Rt. Honourable (lol) Michael Gove got soaked in beer by City fans in the Ribiera. Did that actually happen?
You're an absolute disaster!Here's another tale. On the Friday night we left the Ribiera about 10.30pm, pissed up, making a conscious decision not to go too late on the day before the game. We picked up four nice cold cans and a packet of fags to take back to the hotel. We are ex-smokers who smoke when we are pissed. Got back to the hotel, back to our rooms and I realised i'd left the carrier bag in the back of the taxi. So I volunteered to go out on a mission for fags, assuming there'd be a shop open or something. I had no cash so my mate lent me his card.
I went out and started combing the streets. Must have searched street after street for a good half hour when I found a bar that was still open (to locals) and had like a cigarette counter. I triumphantly got 20 marlborough lights, offered the card to which the guy announces it's cash only. In despair I route around in my pocket and find 2 euros amongst the English coins and the bartender must have taken pity on me because he took the measly coins and gave me the fags.
I left in triumph, only to quickly realise I was totally fucking lost. I wander round for another 20 minutes and text my mate saying "Totally lost and phone on 1%". In the end I find the hotel and it's 11.30pm. I staggered up to the room to find my mate asleep.
It was then that I reached in my jacket pocket and found that the original fags we bought were in there all along and I'd totally wasted the last hour.
As a Jona more like. Hell he is a walking advert for a no win no fee solicitor....Didsbury Dave is taking over GDM as the forum celebratory..
Somebody gave me a packet of Marlborough lights outside a bar last Saturday morning, was that you? If so, thanks again.Here's another tale. On the Friday night we left the Ribiera about 10.30pm, pissed up, making a conscious decision not to go too late on the day before the game. We picked up four nice cold cans and a packet of fags to take back to the hotel. We are ex-smokers who smoke when we are pissed. Got back to the hotel, back to our rooms and I realised i'd left the carrier bag in the back of the taxi. So I volunteered to go out on a mission for fags, assuming there'd be a shop open or something. I had no cash so my mate lent me his card.
I went out and started combing the streets. Must have searched street after street for a good half hour when I found a bar that was still open (to locals) and had like a cigarette counter. I triumphantly got 20 marlborough lights, offered the card to which the guy announces it's cash only. In despair I route around in my pocket and find 2 euros amongst the English coins and the bartender must have taken pity on me because he took the measly coins and gave me the fags.
I left in triumph, only to quickly realise I was totally fucking lost. I wander round for another 20 minutes and text my mate saying "Totally lost and phone on 1%". In the end I find the hotel and it's 11.30pm. I staggered up to the room to find my mate asleep.
It was then that I reached in my jacket pocket and found that the original fags we bought were in there all along and I'd totally wasted the last hour.
No that was Sir Marcus of Rashford,Somebody gave me a packet of Marlborough lights outside a bar last Saturday morning, was that you? If so, thanks again.
Cannot be Sir Marcus, he’d have given me a sleeve of cigarettes and a cheese baguett.No that was Sir Marcus of Rashford,
'He who giveth shall forever be held holy'