**** it, I'll tell you why. My son played cricket down this place on the outskirts Tuesday. Bit of a dump but all the cricket grounds round here are lovely, although that's another story tbh. He decided to leave his trainers in the changing rooms, which I hadn't noticed. Wanted to net tonight - Where's your trainers? 2 + 2 = in some changing rooms on the other side of town! So I drive there, place is locked up as any game doesn't start for an hour. So I went for a pint. And yes, the trainers were there when I went back.
Sounds like a fine basis for David Walliams next kid's book ... "The Beer, The Trainers, His Bat and Her Indoors" ... ... will sell the title for cash... should you be looking in David
I dragged him along with me. Little ****er just moaned, they don't understand the value of anything. It was like, it's only a pair of trainers. Honestly, during these recession times too. He actually still wanted to go to the nets after I'd found them too. Yeah, **** off mate. Although thinking about it I could have fizzed some past his head.
Went shopping with my lad about 4 years ago. I saw this top, really nice blah blah 'you want it lad? looks wicked' 'yeah, I'll have it' 'hmmm, you sure?' 'yeah, I like it' Paid 60 quid...it was a Champion sweatshirt 3 years later : 'you never wore that ****in top I bought you...not once' 'i didn't really like it but I could tell that you wanted it for me so didn't want to disappoint' ****a
It's like when you buy the young un his first pair of Puma Kings and you know the little ****er wanted the pink Nike's.