I’ve been chatting to some Man Utd fan from Swansea, I’m like “nah, mate I’ve survived 3 heart attacks you can **** right off, I’ve been warned” then again lads in same hotel as me and flew here
You'll have to get his name. Swansea's a village man, I'll know him. Well, West Swansea is anyway. I don't mix with the East Side plebs.
Think my worst nightmares coming reality she’s dragged me to some massive **** looking boot sale type thing, plonks me in a bar and when ordering a beer they’ve brought me a big bottle of water
Last year we did the trip to Barcelona. Been loads of times before, so not really much to look at. My daughter and Mrs straight to this huge Primark in Place Cataluna and spent over an hour in there. What's the point of that?
I remember as a lad when I first went drinking in the pubs at 15/16, I got there at the normal time but on a Sunday, to find the pub all locked up. My mate rocks up and tells me it's Sunday trading but she'll unbolt the doors in a couple of minutes - I'm like Sunday trading, what is this shhite.