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Super G Ted'inho
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Right. As you know, I've been off since Thursday with a cold so I haven't been on here. I have been in and out of the Cheese, purely for medicinal reasons
1. Last Friday. Nick (Fiona's hubby) was in there. When I arrived, he was supping bottles of Carlsberg. However, he then gravitated to his weapon of choice - large JD and coke. He drank at least four of those while I was there. I then left. When I returned for some evening medication, I was told that Nick had been pulled at the garage opposite the Cheese in his Subaru, which had been parked outside.
He'd been told by several people not to drive, but did so anyway. I learnt from someone a little later that they had seen 3 police cars in close proximity parked up. There seems little doubt that he was grassed up. The most likely candidate is Cebo, who hasn't been seen in there for about two years. He walked in, looked around and walked out again.
I reckon he may well do time with that much alcohol in him. That could well push him over the edge of the precipice he was already teetering on.
2. Saturday. Largely normal during the afternoon session. I'd taken my usual couple of joints along and smoked them with Nick. He then acquired some charlie and forced me to have some, purely to clear my blocked up nose. I left a little later and was somewhat unstable on the way home, but managed it intact. I decided against going back out in the evening, even though it was Baccy Dave and Barbara's first anniversary and Barb's wedding.
At about 9 pm, the front door opened and in walked a stream of coppers together with their pet dog. Apparently, there were about fifteen of them. The dog went straight to Nick, who got searched in the bog but had utilised all his coke. The dog was shown around the pub and parked it's arse under a coat that was hanging up, staring up at it lovingly. It was Aitch's coat ( a ****ing annoying manc). He was searched, as was his coat and his baccy tin was found to contain a doob. This was confiscated and he was let off with a caution. On any other night in there, the pigs would have had a field day.
Later that night, there was a snowball fight outside ( we had over an inch), but it descended into a brawl involving about 12 people, including some women. The police arrived again and everything calmed down without any arrexts being made.
3. Sunday.I went as usual for a few early ones before walking up to the Grange for the game. The usual suspects were already encamped there. Three Liverpool supporters including me and about 15 mancs. They'd arranged the tables so that they were in a line right across the telly room. One of the topics of discussion was the previous evening's raid. Nick and Aitch were describing it )Nick's one of us). I asked him what sort of dog it was and his reply was "One of those black and white ones", which caused the whole room to erupt into laughter
About 20 minutes later, some playful shoving between Danny and Cookie (manc and Red respectively) degenerated into a full on scrap. A load of glasses got smashed and the two brawlers careened out of the telly room, bouncing off walls all the way to the main lounge. They later returned the best of friends and Eric the manager just came in to clear the broken glass up We then watched Liverpool have robbery with violence inflicted on them by the jammy manc twats.
That is all.... for now. .
FFS...
FFS...
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Felt a bit rough Saturday morning like 
