usually rely on Brum posting this but he's busy with rememberance sunday tonight i'l trundle home and buy some type of greasy takeaway as its the wkend so you can ****ing poke your salads and your soups. saturday i'll get up, drive to milngavie then walk up and down the west highland way for about 9 hours in the pissing rain on my own trying to get radio signal on my phone (this involves running the hands free cable over my head) to listen to the football. then its back home to chill out with the mrs and watch movies and eat unhealthy crap. sunday i'll roll out of bed, down the hill and into the pub, after the football its off to the cinema to watch some ****e. then bed, sleep and a wk of talking to you ****s
****! You can **** off. My weekend.... Saturday: Sit on here with nobody on at all. Look at the football scores slowly coming in on the BBC website Sunday: Watch the game with a load of Geordies and Yorkshiremen who think it's funny to mention how ****e the SPL is every 30 seconds. Count the seconds and milliseconds until my chopper arrives on Monday morning......FUN.....
here's venom on monday morning after he watches celtic lose [video=youtube;-9-Te-DPbSE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9-Te-DPbSE[/video]
Beer and arrows tonight. J-Celtic workin in the bar so it could be a late yin **** all until Sunday, maybe down the early boozer at 9-10am for a couple then over the street for the match. Get pished, go home, sleep, wake up and a week talkin to you ****s.
Drinking plenty of water & not speaking till kick off Sunday so I can boo all those horrible ****ing fake-christian ****s Every last one of the ****s, even the dead ones, the ones not born yet, Simon Weston, Rapey McGregor, fat **** Boyd, put your cock away McCoist, Walter ****y Smith, Nacho Novo, Aids ridden Lafferty, Kenny ****ing Miller, No legs Murray, shoe bomber Bougherra, Fat Fleck, War criminal Papac, Old man Weir, Paul ****ing Gascoigne all those horrible, nasty orange, masonic **** rags Mon the Hoops
going to the dog racing tonight....get pished and blow my wages recover tomo and watch the rugby and football mass as always sunday morning then an almighty session hopefully celebrating a win. then a week of watching wat you all ****s are saying and you know what i might even get involved if i feel like it....
That wee bitch would be getting pushed out the way. The good thing about being out here is that even if Celtic do lose on Sunday nothing can bring my mood down when I know the trip is over. Even when flights are cancelled I know that the next chopper is for me. Like all my birthdays and Christmas have come at once..... ....bet you can tell I love working offshore <metalfloatingdickheadofaplacesmiley>
Home. Chinky carry out and a few beers. Saturday, put up new curtain rails (potential for major ****ing disaster there, few beers at night. Sunday , listen to all the local Rangers/Celtic fans ripping into each other, no matter who ****ing wins Monday come on here and read all the "we were less pish than you" posts
The funniest thing is you think I'm joking Half the coats moan at me they can't see the game because I'm pointing imaginary rifles at all the Huns.
Few beers and takeaway tonight, watching JnrW tomorrow as MrsW is working in the morning then "lunching with the girls", she come home and I'm off out - the Bothy for dinner with a few ex workmates, then the Loft and/or Oran Mor. Wake up Sunday with hangover, go to game, get pished afterwards celebrating hopefully. LR, skip the Milngavie bit of WHW, dead boring, head to Balloch and start from there.
its all boring, but it is about 2 miles from my from door. i'll be walking about like a zombified ***** wherever i am
Venom - actually the irish Brigade are down our way this weekend My ipod consists of: Charlie & The Bhoys Shebeen Wolfe Tones Irish Brigade Eire Og Gary Og & a few songs from Spirit of Freedo, Adelante, Partisan & a few other bands who were on a compilation album. No other music at all.
Head into the Cross Keys for a pint afterwards, and stick two fingers up to all the Tims at the end of the bar and tell them it's from me.
