Just a play on words for mine. Although I like the thought of a large, grumpy Klingon shouting from the stand.
Being able to kick a ball from one penalty area to another is hardly a reason to grow a moustache akin to a severe lip infection.
Many moons ago I went to school in Acle and my name is Chris. The 08 signals 2008, a new chapter in my life when I met my future wife. That year she had to endure me moaning about how crap Norwich were that season. She stuck with me so I thought she can't be that bad and I married her!!!
You are correct, I have checked with a version on You Tube, this is it http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jPVn9eLOkF0 if anyone wants to hear the speed it should be sung and not the race we have it now.
Hi Goldeneadie - it is still there but the footballing crowd tend to converge at Champs bar at the Great Westinn (sp?) hotel - 12 TVs showing every game - bit bad for the neck (and the wallet) but a good Saturday/Sunday out.
i imagine it is much changed from my day with the bridge over to Saudi, where i worked at Dharan airport in the 70's.
Geographically Norwich, genetically Celtic. Watch and support NCFC but follow Celtic from afar. If they ever met in a Champions League final I'd have a tough choice to make!!!!
Mine is fairly obvious, and I've told it a couple of times in the past on here and the old 606, but for those who missed it here it is in a nutshell. In the early 90's (Christ was it really 20 years ago??!!) PG Tips did a promotion thing where they gave away miniature plastic animal toys with packets of tea bags, a selection of five or six probably including the standard lion, giraffe, elephant, possibly a hippo and possibly an ostrich. One that definitely amongst them was a gorilla, and that was the one I had. I called him Tony Munky (originally Tony Munkee, but it didn't seem quite right for some reason) and he became my lucky mascot for a while, particularly during my A Level maths lessons/exams at good old East Norfolk 6th Form as it was known then. A girl I used to sit next to particularly enjoyed him, and we had some half-decent banter with little Tony for a while before I inexplicably lost him one day - that's what I blame my fairly average A level results on still to this day. A few months later I headed of to uni, and during the first lecture of one of my economics modules a register was passed around with everyone's names on for us to sign in and I noticed a few people had written their names on the bottom as they hadn't been on the original list. I'd just been day dreaming and thinking abot what had happened to my little plastic friend for some reason so when the register landed in front of me as well as signing myself in I couldn't resist adding another name to the bottom, and that's when Tony Munky enrolled for a BA (Hons) in Business Studies at the University of Hertfordshire. His name then turned up on the register every week, I proudly signed him in every Monday afternoon and even ended up sitting a multiple choice exam (where I managed to nab an extra answer sheet) and did a piece of coursework for him at the end of the first term. It got trickier after Christmas when I decided it too much to complete two 3,000 word essays, and the final nail in his academic coffin, which so culminated in the punchline of the banter, was when the lecturer produced a list of names on the big screen of students who had missed this particular deadline, and read out the third one down as Tony Munky, a large ripple of giggles erupted from the middle rows from mates who were aware of the banter and you could almost hear the penny drop. He disappeared off the roll call from the next week and that was the end of academia for Tony It was also about the same time that I first used the internet and set myself up an e-mail account as tmunky, and pretty much every user name I use on any site nowadays carries the same moniker. So that's how my name came about, like I said pretty obvious really and I'm sure you'd probably already guessed it was something like that
I experimented with a small plastic squeaky frog called Bwian Fwog that I won from a machine on Southend sea front a year or so later, but apart from a couple of instances when he helped me get laid in the union bar (man, did those chicks sure dig plastic squeaky frogs back in the day!) and when he got lost and found again two days later on Stevenage golf course he was fairly boring in all honesty, and he ended up living at the bottom of my fish tank after his squeak went. I don't know what happened to him in the end, don't care to be honest, frogs are ****. I do wonder about little Tony though, hope he's doing ok.
having read that a couple of times in the past munky, i NEVER get bored of re-reading it, so funny. shame you couldn't get him a student union card as well so he could have some cheap lagers
