Mate, the Amsterdam tournament gave me some of the best memories of my life. I'll never forget the random mag (there's always one anywhere you go) who started giving me and a mate abuse and then, for some reason, started following us about and trying to talk to us. Maybe we should have just given him a kicking but we were trying to stay out of bother. Eventually we went past a window and he said "here , ah knaa about the red light district but whats with some of them having blue windows?". Thankfully, having read up about such things before travelling, I was aware that it generally meant it was, erm, chicks with dicks. So I told him. Did I ****. Instead, I told him "ah, that's where you go if you want more than just a normal suck and ****, you know, they're the ones for if you're kinky as owt, like a bit of bondage, want to get pissed on or whatever". Well, our mag couldn't believe his luck. In he went. Best thing with the blue lights is they're so obvious that you can't really wander in by mistake, so when you get in it's just assumed that's what you want. I still laugh when I imagine the scene in that room as his "woman" strips off for him. Sure enough, only a minute or so later, he bursts out of the room shouting "you ****ing Mackem bastards". We were no good, just rolling around laughing. Halcyon days.
Every time we go out we laugh at the grape juice trails from the vineyards to the pressing plant. The whole area is a hive of industry, just it's been for centuries ... ... bloody hard work for them, picturesque for us
More accurate to say they have issues with me. My little brother got accosted in a nightclub in Newcastle warning him to warn me to stop singing Sunderland songs and winding up Mags in the toon. He told em correctly to tell me themselves. FTM forever
Lost it? Not at all. Haven’t had a rant on here for a long time. Just not keen on newcomers trying to belittle me.
