Anyway, there was no footy on on Saturday, in case you hadn't noticed so me and Mrs W decided to make the most of it. Hopped the GC to York for the day, bit shopping, bite to eat, couple of drinks, you know the routine. So we eventually end up in the Botanist on Stoneygate (?) and manage to get a table right in the corner at the front near the door.. (As an aside York was utterly rammed, mainly with Hen parties and bloody 'tourists'.)
So we're a few drinks in and then this bloke comes over to the door area waving for his mates to follow him. While they're getting organised he decides he wants to chat so picks on us, me specifically, to ramble on to. Could tell he was blootered straight away. Long and short of it him and his mates were supposed to be at Doncaster for the St. Leger, but it with it being pushed back they decided to use their train tickets and get arseholed in York instead. I like the hosses we had a few words about fancies for the big race and then I get this...."You a geordie anarl?" "Nor, a mackem". "Hoo lads, there's a mackem here". Then proceeded to tell me that they were the richest club in the Waaarld, the PL are ****ting themselves because NUFC "are garna win everything in the next five years", I must be "git jealous of them" and they'd be top of league already if "VAR wasn't fixed against them". When I brougt up the various other **** VAR decisions which had gone against for example Wolves and West Ham he was having none of it. All those decisions were "reet" and only "tha toon" are being cheated. His last one, the best one, he asked me "who would I support between Newcastle and SAFC if I had a choice now?" "Sunlun". "Divvent be daft man, you'd pick the toon". "Seriously I wadn't, I'm Sunlun born and bred, always will be, will always be Sunlun". "Nah, yer lyin'" So I reversed the question and guess what? He could "nivver support tha Mackems". By now his mates had supped up and were ready to go and as they were leaving I got probably the weirdest insult I've ever had in my life (and I've been insulted a canny few times, let me tell you). As one of them walked past he said "you've got lovely hair.........for a mackem". Mrs. W was suitably gobsmacked. Weird ****ers, Mags.