I once went to Wimbledon by tube. Must have been around 1978. My friend Malcolm and I decided to go to Plough Lane to watch Wimbledon, because they'd recently beaten West Ham in a cup game and that struck us as amusing. It took fúcking hours to get there and then the game was postponed. We went to his Auntie's house nearby and she gave us tea and cake.
Good. Fúcking. Timez.
This reads like an Enid Blyton post Apart from the awful swearing of course.
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
I thought it was going to involve football violence, tbh. Given which, a lengthy journey, a postponement and tea with someone's maiden aunt was a bit of a damp squib.
I thought it was going to involve football violence, tbh. Given which, a lengthy journey, a postponement and tea with someone's maiden aunt was a bit of a damp squib.
Apparently the first time West Ham and Wimbledon played each other was 1985, so I’ve misremembered something pretty fundamental here.