and got married. http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/fo...gets-married-long-term-girlfriend-Simone.html Vin
Lovely couple....though Jay will have to explain to his kids one day that weirdly that was a fashionable hair do at the time and he wasn't caught in a wind tunnel. All the best, Jay and Simone.
I've heard Toby's new bride has a penchant for stadiums built adjacent to gasworks which can only be good news
First bullet point in article: "Southampton's James Rodriguez is latest Premier League star to get married this summer, following Ashley Young and Jonjo Shelvey" Jay's wife is gorgeous though!
Must have been a nightmare for the priest.. "Jay, do you take Simone to be your lawful wedded wife?" "Hmmnmnhnmm" "Sorry Jay, can you say that again?" "Hmmnnmnnmmhmm" "Open your mouth Jay, it'll help...."
that Burnley drawl is pretty horrendous, right. the only northerner I forgave the accent (apart from rickie, of course) was Frazer Richardson because he was pure 10/10.
The stupid bastard? The only thing the wife and I have in common is that we got married on the same day.
ai luv northern accents. From Liverpool's to Manchester, from Stoke to Carlisle, from Newcastle to Sheffield and all those in between. There's a lot more variety in northern accents than in the South East and Central Southern England. I love Portsmouth but the accent is ughh. The Southampton one is a little easier on the ear. As for Southend, Brighton, Reading, Luton, London there are equally horrible.
Stoke? It's in the Midlands and must surely have the most 'orrible accent ever. Interesting though. I thought it was having spent so long away from the souf that I confused the accents. My mum had that lovely Hampshire burr we used to hear on the terraces (roast 'em, Michael!) but I hear Estuary English from Essex to Hampshire these days. Jay's accent is not generic northern, because there isn't such a beast. Unlike Rickie, he's "chuffed" not "made up", for example. Anyway, good luck to Jay and his bride. Mind, getting married is a doddle. Staying married is the hard bit. Me and my missus have clocked 50 years. She keeps saying she's going to trade me in for a younger model, but I reckon she may have left it too late!