ey up, i'm back, after a particularly nasty dose of 'man-flu' which saw your's truly and the rest of the bailey's reduced to a sorry bunch of barely functioning human beings, just trying to struggle on through the daily drudge of work and domestic chores, all the while just wanting to just curl up and die, by midweek i had honestly thought about painting a big red cross on the front door to warn others that the inhabitants were infectous like they did during the great plague of london during the mid 1600's, i did manage to get in the shed and did my best to pass it on to dangerous who just mocked me for being weak and kept telling me to 'wipe your nose bailey, you're dribbling snot all over the work' and 'stop fucking coughing' cheer's dangerous, thanks for your sympathy, the last thing i felt inclined to do was to keep trying to post stuff on the blog, especially after the third attempt to do the same post, hence it was time to just let the virus run it's course before in my short tempered, ill state i took a ball pein hammer to the computer and reduced it to a big pile of plastic, glass and elecrical circuitary. eventually friday arrives and tonight we have a game against high flying crystal palace, football on a friday night? brilliant, it's not even on sky so why a friday night? how's about having the next game on thursday morning around 0900hrs? football = wednesday night, 1945 hrs and saturdays, 1500 hrs, it's simple isn't it? anyhow, a good game of football, palace taking the three points by virtue of a goalkeeping error by legzdins who stood rooted to the spot like a rabbit in the headlights while yannick bolasie just rounded him and scored easily, the chance to regain a point was squandered two minutes from time when connor sammon blasted the ball straight at the magnificent speroni for an easy save, that was that then, a good, fast, entertaining game, i felt the boo's from some of the 'faithful, were out of order at the whistle, they obviously must be the usual suspects who take advantage of the reduced ticket offer's and don't come very often? me and jack walked back into town, the difference between the football supporters making their way home, or for a consoling pint, wrapped up in coats, scarves and hats to fend off the cold and the friday night party people couldn't have been more different, lad's braving the weather in cap sleeve t shirts , low slung cuff-bottomed jeans and thin canvas slip-on shoes with no socks and the girls exposing acres of flesh, lot's of celluite and teetering on high heels as they staggered from one 'fun-pub' to the next, all in a pavement wide swathe of shreaking, raucous drunkeness, 'fancy a pint dad' say's jack, 'not tonight mate, let's just get some chinese and go home'........
ey up, i'm back, after a particularly nasty dose of 'man-flu' which saw your's truly and the rest of the bailey's reduced to a sorry bunch of barely functioning human beings, just trying to struggle on through the daily drudge of work and domestic chores, all the while just wanting to just curl up and die, by midweek i had honestly thought about painting a big red cross on the front door to warn others that the inhabitants were infectous like they did during the great plague of london during the mid 1600's, i did manage to get in the shed and did my best to pass it on to dangerous who just mocked me for being weak and kept telling me to 'wipe your nose bailey, you're dribbling snot all over the work' and 'stop fucking coughing' cheer's dangerous, thanks for your sympathy, the last thing i felt inclined to do was to keep trying to post stuff on the blog, especially after the third attempt to do the same post, hence it was time to just let the virus run it's course before in my short tempered, ill state i took a ball pein hammer to the computer and reduced it to a big pile of plastic, glass and elecrical circuitary. eventually friday arrives and tonight we have a game against high flying crystal palace, football on a friday night? brilliant, it's not even on sky so why a friday night? how's about having the next game on thursday morning around 0900hrs? football = wednesday night, 1945 hrs and saturdays, 1500 hrs, it's simple isn't it? anyhow, a good game of football, palace taking the three points by virtue of a goalkeeping error by legzdins who stood rooted to the spot like a rabbit in the headlights while yannick bolasie just rounded him and scored easily, the chance to regain a point was squandered two minutes from time when connor sammon blasted the ball straight at the magnificent speroni for an easy save, that was that then, a good, fast, entertaining game, i felt the boo's from some of the 'faithful, were out of order at the whistle, they obviously must be the usual suspects who take advantage of the reduced ticket offer's and don't come very often? me and jack walked back into town, the difference between the football supporters making their way home, or for a consoling pint, wrapped up in coats, scarves and hats to fend off the cold and the friday night party people couldn't have been more different, lad's braving the weather in cap sleeve t shirts , low slung cuff-bottomed jeans and thin canvas slip-on shoes with no socks and the girls exposing acres of flesh, lot's of celluite and teetering on high heels as they staggered from one 'fun-pub' to the next, all in a pavement wide swathe of shreaking, raucous drunkeness, 'fancy a pint dad' say's jack, 'not tonight mate, let's just get some chinese and go home'........
Thank god you managed to get the post up Lovey, and great that you've overcome the dreaded man lurgy. Beautiful little yarn/rant/observation lad, the 'fancy a pint . . . not tonight mate . . .' was absolutely perfect. Love ya buddy . . . and stop dribbling snot all over the dogs. XX
ReplyDeleteP.S . . . love the Droogs in the header shot mate, [unless it's Slade in silhouette] . . . Kubrick, what a fucking genius, hard case bastard he was.
ReplyDeletei must send you a bottle of Poitin for the next time you have the flu,it won,t cure ya but it will numb the pain a few hot ones after the match would have been the bizz,and hey blow that nose will ya !!!
ReplyDeleteFun-pub..... what a depressing concept
ReplyDeleteey up whitey, everytime me and the boy jack go to the match we use the subway under the railway, it's actually part of the old canal that ran into derby, but, everytime we use it, it reminds me of 'a clockwork orange' the scene where the droog's are in the subway beating up the old vagrant, that's why i used the header shot as a sort of 'hommage' to the film, the pic's on the blog of the people walking through the subway, me and jack and jack at the top of the step's, [sorry mucker, that's just how my brain work's i'm afraid] seeing the film as an impressionable early teen has stuck with me for life, ultra-violence back in the day, today you can see worse scenes of real-life atrocities on 'you-tube' ed, please don't send me any of that stuff over! [oh, go on then, put me arm up me back!] my paddy mates delight in getting me wasted on the old poitin!
ReplyDelete'fun-pub' whoever thought up that term should be right royaly, ahh humm, sorry about that, i agree, a bit like 'strength through joy' i guess, still looking for a 'trophy if you come across one in the depth's of your shed squire neil?
ReplyDeleteNice juxtaposition of imagery there...and it gave me a chance to see if I could spell juxtaposition...
ReplyDeletehi larry, had to look up juxsta-wotsit just to find out what it was!
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