And just to prove it, here's a photie one of the lads took of you on the way to the tranny club .....
You bastard, I want it noted that I only went in that club to rescue Davy And Lee as they didn't know what kind of place it was, i'm sure Davy will vouch for me
So how come you knew what kind of club it was, then? And Davy said you knew exactly where the bogs were! (ok, I made that bit up ).
Erm …. erm I walked past the place and saw a load of weirdos, (sorry Jammy) then Davy and Lee, lagging behind, disappeared so me and Andy went back, honest Guv This is true though, we were having a drink in there and this long haired brunette was bent over in suspenders and stockings, I nodded to Lee to have a perusal, the ****ing thing turned round and had a 'tache like Freddie Mercury it was a ****ing Geezer
You, and they have dementia, they've already asked us two and a half years ago and the ****s are still ****ing about
Reminds me of a mate who went to work in London in the mid 70s. When he came home for the first time, he told us about nipping upstairs in his new local, only to find a new bar that was mobbed, which he thought was a good find, as no-one had mentioned it. Then he looked a bit closer, and as he desribed it, wide-eyed (this was the 70s, remember) - this place was full of blokes in dresses, complete with beards & hairy chests hanging out, not to mention the pipes & big cigars. We thought he was making it up. He clearly wasn't. Also reminds me of me & my boss in a bar many years ago. We'd done a 12 hour nightshift, & finished it off with a 12 hour sesh. Towards the end, we were transfixed by a bird at the other end of the bar we were sitting at. She kept falling out of her dress. Such was our concentration, we regularly missed our mouths with our beer. Then a mate's wee brother wandered in, wearing nothing but a white towel. Apparently it was a fancy dress 'do' they were off to. He took us down to meet the bird with the loose dress & big knockers. 'She' had a big 'tache and a set of plastic tits/belly (á la Gazza). We got laughed out of that pub. I bought specs the following week.
Problem there, Forza, is that all those starving masses would want to go to England for free food and lodgings.
Nice try but I plied some of the lads with ale last time we met up and they spilled the beans. Don't worry though cos lots of straight guys go in there, it's just that they come out crooked...sorry I meant bent.
I'll take you in there after the match tomorrow WJ...I'm sure you can negotiate something less painful. And before all the homophobes pipe up...I can confirm there we no people of colour in there so it was ok to drop in on a casual basis.
Wasn't so much that Jock. It was the way all the trannys we're saying "Alright OLOF, who's your Irish pal, you don't usually bring him in" etc that had me worried.
