In the local waiting for the mini bus to take us to Notts County and as we are setting off, the landlord slides the door open and throws in a couple of crates of Pils along with the local pisscan and tells us to dump him somewhere.So we get to the ground, park up and tells the pisscan to mind the bus and leave him with some booze. So we get to half time and the players are walking off, when who should come marching out of the players tunnel, but our pisscan, plastic bag by his side with the mouldy meat he used to nick to sell, the bemused look on the players faces was hilarious, a 6ft 4 pisshead marching and saluting, he got to the centre circle and marched back off into the arms of the police.So we go to the nick at the back of the ground after the match to collect him and the police inform us that they have kicked him out, as they had got his name, they phoned up our local nick and asked if they knew him, the look on the coppers face was priceless when he told us that the local nick just laughed and put the phone down on them. Still to this day we don't know how he got in the ground, nevermind the players tunnel.
In Kavos in the early 90's, was in the process of charming the knickers off this fit Yorkshire lass, punching well above my weight. I get her to come back to our skanky apartment, for which at the side is some sort of swamp where the owner used to dump all his animals shit. Walking back, i see a push and go scooter parked and decide to show off and nick it, she gets on the back and we set off, but coming up to the apartment, with the drunken state i was in, i realise there are no brakes and go into a slide that throws the poor girl in the swamp, she comes out covered in shit shouting all sorts to me, for which my mates on the balcony found hilarious, needless to say i went shagless that night. Happy days.