Match Day Thread QPR v Hull City

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Nahhh not PM.... linnet car park. A proper sort out! old school style. £7.50 a ticket (no concessions!)

In the blue cornerr.........
So this potential "Rumble in the jungle" ...

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has dissolved into a "Bungle in the Jungle" ? ...

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no such thing as a nice glass of southern comfort! (that's my nightmare caused by over excess when young)

It’s like we were joined at the hip, Den.

Or vomit brothers.

Or summut.


I can locate my Southern Comfort intolerance to a specific time.

Around Christmas. About 1982.

Probably.


Ok. Not that specific time wise. But I can be Satnav accurate with the place.

Bacon Garth estate. Cottingham. A house party. Exactly opposite Bacon Garth school.

For reasons I still wake up in the middle of the night pondering, I decided that a surefire way to impress a lass I fancied (who was called Janine by the way), was to neck half a bottle of Southern Comfort in about 10 minutes, having just returned from an evening in the pub.

Taken directly from the bottle, whilst mansplaining toothed belt transmission systems to her.

In my mind a suave, sophisticated lothario, who’s every word was like honey dripping profundities which probably caused orgasms in young women.

Here I learnt that what was interesting to me was not necessarily interesting to a sex-on-legs stunner from Orchard Park.

Who knew?


Anyway, the host’s mother found me in the outside lavvy being as sick as a particularly poorly piglet and took me straight to bed.


Nothing like that.

I was way beyond any Mrs Robinson scenarios at the time.



I probably was in the pub the next lunchtime though.

Oh, to be young again


For the constitution, certainly not the decision making.
 
So this potential "Rumble in the jungle" ...

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has dissolved into a "Bungle in the Jungle" ? ...

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Nah .. its resolved by me being an adult and hitting the ignore button .. much more peaceful ! And quieter !
 
It’s like we were joined at the hip, Den.

Or vomit brothers.

Or summut.


I can locate my Southern Comfort intolerance to a specific time.

Around Christmas. About 1982.

Probably.


Ok. Not that specific time wise. But I can be Satnav accurate with the place.

Bacon Garth estate. Cottingham. A house party. Exactly opposite Bacon Garth school.

For reasons I still wake up in the middle of the night pondering, I decided that a surefire way to impress a lass I fancied (who was called Janine by the way), was to neck half a bottle of Southern Comfort in about 10 minutes, having just returned from an evening in the pub.

Taken directly from the bottle, whilst mansplaining toothed belt transmission systems to her.

In my mind a suave, sophisticated lothario, who’s every word was like honey dripping profundities which probably caused orgasms in young women.

Here I learnt that what was interesting to me was not necessarily interesting to a sex-on-legs stunner from Orchard Park.

Who knew?


Anyway, the host’s mother found me in the outside lavvy being as sick as a particularly poorly piglet and took me straight to bed.


Nothing like that.

I was way beyond any Mrs Robinson scenarios at the time.



I probably was in the pub the next lunchtime though.

Oh, to be young again


For the constitution, certainly not the decision making.
Vomit brothers indeed

mine was at Fraisthorpe beach.

Hired the beach, including the farmer to clean it up the next morning, for a party attended by 3 (maybe 4) coach loads of 16-17 year olds (I was same age too by the way!) with a generator for the DJ on the cliff top.

Went up during the day to set it all up, build bonfire etc.

Took classic combination of 1 bottle southern comfort, 1 bottle home made wine, 6 bags of cheesy wotsits

Passed out after fire was built but before coaches arrived.

Came round next morning...in a lasses car.

Farmers hut missing, sides of bridge (Or fencing, one or the other) missing. Both had been used to keep the fire going, which was by then surrounded by bodies. Car (not the one I was in) abandoned in field.

I beat hasty retreat to Brid and vomited some more there instead.
 
no such thing as a nice glass of southern comfort! (that's my nightmare caused by over excess when young)
Cointreau for me.... my Dad still laughs at him coming home after his night shift with me on the sofa, going on his night shift the next day with me, still on the sofa and coming home after the night shift with me 'still on the sofa' and the room smelling orange...
 
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And neither have you
But to hear you bore...zzzzzzzzz
What makes you keep making me out to be a liar? Your mate checked my ip address last year when I was in Bangkok.
Give me your address and I'll send you photocopies of the stamps in my passport.
 
Vomit brothers indeed

mine was at Fraisthorpe beach.

Hired the beach, including the farmer to clean it up the next morning, for a party attended by 3 (maybe 4) coach loads of 16-17 year olds (I was same age too by the way!) with a generator for the DJ on the cliff top.

Went up during the day to set it all up, build bonfire etc.

Took classic combination of 1 bottle southern comfort, 1 bottle home made wine, 6 bags of cheesy wotsits

Passed out after fire was built but before coaches arrived.

Came round next morning...in a lasses car.

Farmers hut missing, sides of bridge (Or fencing, one or the other) missing. Both had been used to keep the fire going, which was by then surrounded by bodies. Car (not the one I was in) abandoned in field.

I beat hasty retreat to Brid and vomited some more there instead.

Fraisthorpe Beach?



Don't tell me this whole bacchanalian nightmare happened with you completely stark naked.


Say it wasn't so.



By the way, Southern Comfort and cheesy wotsit vomit must have had a rather unique colour and smell.
 
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6 points between 3rd and 13th.

Crazy.

If we weren’t throwing points away to Forest in the fashion that we did, we’d be comfortably tucked inside the playoff places.
Lots of games to mention before Forest Cortez... if you added them all up, I can't think where we might be...
 
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