I've got one of these stashed away. I think it's a pint glass from a dolls house. But there's a story attached. My Granddad had two of them, a full one and and empty one. When we used to go and visit them in their flat in Forest Hill on Sundays back in the day he'd tell me about a mouse that lived in their flat who liked beer. He used to put the full glass out next to a heating vent duct by the skirting board, then we'd go and sit down and have our sunday roast, and when we were eating he'd go and switch it for the empty one. Then me and my brother would go and see if the mouse had drank his pint, and of course he had. Stuff like that is pure magic for kids and it's stuck with me ever since. Really glad I kept that little plastic pint glass as it's something that could so easily have been tossed away or lost. please log in to view this image
Me with my gooner son. I blame myself, for taking him to Highbury when he was little. First football match I took him to was a Champions League game on a Wednesday night. Denis Bergkamp scored. He went to loads of games at St Mary’s with me and his grandad too, but it was too late by then. Plus he grew up in North London. I’ve come to terms with his choice of team.
Mate, being a Gooner is the natural order of things. We simply tolerate the rest of you freaks and your bizarre mutations.
I've got a 20 dollar bill (not signed) given to my mum by Neil Armstrong as a tip when she worked in a hotel before I was born, I've no proof like but she kept it her whole life and that was the story of it. My old man backs up the story though.
