When out Saturday to watch Everton Man Utd with the mrs' brother. Few pints & cheeky sambuccas before running home to get dressed to go bowling. Few more pints & games of pool with my brother who was up from London whilst waiting for the lane to be ready. Was pretty much gone by the time we started bowling. Was having a bit of a laugh watching my son try & hurl the ball down when I noticed how serious my brother was taking it, in part because I fluked him twice at pool Next thing I remember I'm hurtling down the alley & sliding on my knees whn bowling Got a strike & was body popping, doing the Keano celebration the lot Woke up the next morning & my head was ****ing sore & I couldn't move my right leg. Big **** off bruise covering the whole of my knee from where I was sliding all ****ing night. Looks like a big ****ing birthmark its gone that dark!!! ****ing dangerous game. Went the Villa Burnley game yesterday with him & foolishly had a few bottles of Bud which just bought the hangover back.
Sounds good brum Bet the wee one was shaking his head at your behaviour My Saturday I went out at about 1 and ended up going dancing after chucking my guts at a mates house. Left at one and had a steak pie sandwich when I got in. Went along to the gym Sunday and sweated it all out in the sauna and steam room, never felt better after a session like I did Saturday.
Ah, no hangovers one of the very few benefits of working offshore. Looking forward to actually being able to remember the OF game this time, the last couple have been a drunken/coked-up blur.
The mrs was calling me a show off an all I was doing stretches before each shot, shaking my arms like the sprinters do & moving my neck about like an athlete. Then flying down the lane, sliding to me knees & holding my position for a few seconds If I did a **** one I punched myself in the head & pretended to mutter swear words to myself like Bill Murray in Kingpin.
my wkend was as **** (if not more so) than i thought it would be. sat ther football was cancelled so straight to the hotels to talk about rooms, timings and flowers then off to spend ÃÆÃâÃâ ââ¬â¢ÃÆââ¬Â âââ‰â¢ÃÆÃâÃââÃÆââââ¬à ¡ÃâìÃÆââ¬Â¦ÃâáÃÆÃâÃâ ââ¬â¢ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¡ÃÆÃââââ¬à ¡ÃÆââ¬Å¡Ãâã500 on rings which dont even vibrate . back to the house to have a meal and watch a horrendous 80's star trek film on telly then the grandchild (who their baby sitting) goes in a huff about going to bed and starts screaming the house down (intermittant till about 3am) sunday is more sitting around the house talking to future father in law about wedding **** a grown man should not be worrying about (he seems to think we should be panicking more) managed to **** off and catch up with a mate i was on tour with for a brew (i'm driving) and find out who's been kicked out for drugs/find out who's shagging who's wife (its like ****ing eastenders) then drive back down to glasgow i'm sitting on the sofa just after getting in at about 10 when mrs.LR goes, "i've had a really nice wkend" anger **** mrs.LR, she doesnt understand why. sleep.
To be fair LR most of my weekends are pretty similar to that sort of ****. Weekend coming up I'm dragging the mrs to watch an Irish Rebel band. Most of the lads I'd usually go with are going to the cup final with Villa & a few others are heading elsewhere, can't be arsed to go on my own in the hope I bump in to ****s I know so forced her to come along. She ****ing hates it all. Went there last year for my birthday & someone spilt a drink over her, she stormed off in a taxi & went home. The next day she was on the phone to her mom making out some mad IRA guy walked past & threw his drink in her face Promised her we'd get there early & get a seat out the way.
i knew it was going to be ****! no one from home was about and the football was cancelled so all that was on the card was organising wedding stuff (which is alright really) and talking about wedding stuff with the in laws (which makes me want to ****ing hang myself). i want to elope, she keeps thinking i'm joking. this wkend will be spent walking 30 odd miles then watching the OF sunday, might fit in some drinking might not, but as long as know one asks me if i've "been measured for a kilt yet, because they take ages to order" (6-8 wks actually you old woman!) i'll be chuffed Brum- Daniel O'Donnell is not an irish rebel band
The Irish Brigade actually. There first gig in England apparently I'm usually the **** who needs a hand with all the gifts at the end of the night Last year I woke up with a Celtic scarf tied rounbd my neck, a triclour tied round my shoulders & a cd shoved down my pants.......as well as about 20 badges in my pocket Must have spent about ÃÆÃâÃâ ââ¬â¢ÃÆââ¬Â âââ‰â¢ÃÆÃâÃââÃÆââââ¬à ¡ÃâìÃÆââ¬Â¦ÃâáÃÆÃâÃâ ââ¬â¢ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¡ÃÆÃââââ¬à ¡ÃÆââ¬Å¡Ãâã70 on all that **** alone.
The last one I was at a guy won a signed celtic football in the raffle, dozy **** lifted it in the air like a trophy & booted it in the air By the time he got it back (about 20 kicks later) the ****ing ball was ruined Think it was signed by the Lisbon Lions the stupid prick.
