The week in which this country abandoned quiet dignity, reserve and stoicism and instead embraced hysteria, emotional incontinence, narcissistic displays of grief and - worst of all - public weeping.
And we'd just drawn 0-0 with Spurs.
The week in which this country abandoned quiet dignity, reserve and stoicism and instead embraced hysteria, emotional incontinence, narcissistic displays of grief and - worst of all - public weeping.
And we'd just drawn 0-0 with Spurs.
Allow me to refresh your memory
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3eFFk_zclg
I was at that game. I remember ranting on the journey home about how Ray Parlour was the weak link in the team and if he was a regular starter we'd have no chance of winning anything.
Nigel Winterburn was also on my shítlist too, for some reason.
This is my Nicosia moment, isn't it :-(
Actually we travelled independently to that game.
But you've just made me remember that thick, sub-literate spastic Micky who I had to listen to for hours and hours on coach journeys around the country and who I'd managed to almost entirely block out of my memory until now. So thanks. :-(
You can understand people who go with mates and make a day of it for the bantz, but there were often people who seemingly went alone, with nothing but their home-made sandwich and compact disc player for company. I guess it got them out of the house :shrug:
I used to travel a lot with Maputo Gooner. He had some serious, serious flatulance issues :-(
Did you know this issue of Private Eye, released soon after she'd died, was banned by most stores around the UK because it referenced the car? Literally, that was the reason. Not a picture of the car, just a reference.
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Yes. I bought it. It also had a bit inside headlined 'That's the way the Mercedes Benz', which made me laugh a great deal.
Basically, much of the issue was taken up by them juxtaposing the vicious things columnists had said about Diana the week before with the lachrymose bollöcks the self-same columnists came up with after her death. It was a welcome relief from all the bullshït at the time.
Hitchens of the Peter variety is quite interesting on Diana here (written yesterday)
http://hitchensblog.mailonsunday.co....na-affair.html
I didn't even charge him for the ticket
I travelled with Maputo to that game. Was I not with him when he picked up the ticket?
I remember ranting on the way home from that one too, about how I've never been so embarrassed to win a trophy given how we were so badly outplayed and that the entire club should be ashamed :-\
Was he guffing along in agreement?
You need to explain more about the flatulence. Was it the sheer volume or quality of the farts that was the real problem?
For the record, the sort of person who farts in a car with passengers is lower than whale shít. I used to have to travel with a fat northern salesman who took great delight in saying 'Can you smell that? Fresh bread!', so you'd take a deep lungful, only to discover to your horror that he'd just sneaked out a particularly disgusting fart. :-(