another perfectly good motorcycle ruined.......

Sunday, 6 December 2009


well, i said it might get a little messy saturday and it certainly did, went to football to watch the mighty rams play promotion candidates west brom at pride park, jack and me went in walkabout and watched the portsmouth v burnley match on the big screen, 'you having a pint dad', 'no mate, it's going to be a long day, orange j2o for me thank's', down the match and we go one-nil up, derby seem to play better against classier opposition, they equalise through a blatant hand-ball, cue lot's of juicy tackles, robbie savage running around like a fucking headless chicken, cannot fault the man's commitment, lee hendrie nearly gets arrested while warming up for winding up the baggies fans, then, they score on 89 minutes, pride park empties, i'm rooted to the spot, karma must rule here, the baggies fan's are giving it us big time when hendrie crosses the ball from the right deep into injury time and up pop's dj campbell, on loan from east midland rivals leicester city to nod the ball home, we go ape-shit, the baggies are stunned into silence and justice is served, pick jess up from work and her and jack get the bus home, i'm in the 'leaper having my first pint when barse and chrissy w turn up, three pints in and my daughters friend's dad who i've invited along turn's up, two more and it's round the corner to the venue, the old bell on saddlergate, couple of beers and support act, the sharks, come on, young lads from leamington turn a good tight set, next up are trashtalk from california, the singer is on a mission to damage himself, somersaulting off the low stage into the crowd and hanging off the pillars in the venue, mental, the gallows come on and the place erupts, hard and fast, absolutely blistering, frank comes out with the classic 'ain't never been to derby before but judging by the cobbled streets, high heel's and short skirts i've seen, there's going to be some bloody noses tonight!', no encore, stand and have a couple more fosters while we watch the roadies pack the gear away, i'm sweating and got tinitus and make my way to the door for some fresh air, i'm stood there reflecting on what i've just seen when five blokes turn up, 'can we come in mate', says one, they think i'm the doorman!, 'yes lads, it's two quid each' i say joking, [no one pays to drink in the bell], 'thanks mate' says matey and hand hands me a tenner!, back into the bar and time to block a couple before we skin out, chris is totally wankered and has lost the power of speech as we get in the taxi, i have to help him out and get him to the front door, luckily the door is open and i bundle him in to be confronted by his daughter emily and my daughter jess who is sleeping over, 'dad, are you ok?' say's emily, chris just stands there unable to speak, 'it's ok hon, he's had a dodgy packet of crisps', i say just as his missus is getting out of bed to see what the fuss is, i bale out sharpish, no way am i copping the fucking blame for that!

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