A Better Class Of Joke On Here Pals!

I remember all 15.
Only 56.
Colour TV and single number phone lines came late to the Rhondda.

 

Its all modern day technology to me.

 

Only once in 1972. When I shared a lift with a former work colleague on a snowy March day. His car broke down on the M4 so I hitched the rest of the way to London.

I decided not to go to watch City. I think they lost 4 or 5.1 at Millwall. I went to watch Tottenham lose 1.0 to Direby and then went for a drink with a mate in London.

I decided to hitch home about 9.00 but after 3 lifts (one of which I will go into in greater detail at a other time) I was as far as Maidenhead M4 junction at about 1.00 in the morning.

With not much traffic around and taking into account it was bloody freezing, I walked towards Maidenhead and inevitably got stopped by the police.

Being Welsh they clearly had racial profiling even then.

I explained my situation and dropped in that my Dad was a copper in Newport.

That was a game changer. They gave me a lift to the local nick and let me kip in the heated interview room. Luxury!!!

I surfaced about 6.30. They must have had a shift change at 6.00 and nobody told the copper on the front desk that I was there. The look on his face when this disheveled guy looking like an escaped prisoner walked out of the interview room was a picture.

Anyway, got to the station and caught the 7.00 am train home using my 1/3 off discount card.

Nothing exciting guys, just a day in the life of a City fan.

 

I used to 'scrump' glass pop bottles as a kid.

 

An era of engterprise!

 

Years ago before Mrs Masky, (and ahem my bit on the side Stinky Doris) Masky had many lovers....not sure if I’ve ever mentioned about my manhood....and size? Anyway Masky was a great admirer of sixties music, particularly one band called The Monkees. One of my lovers I recall left me shortly after I delivered a sweet Coup de grace motion of love....went on for seven minutes! She was a bit odd anyway, reckoned that my appreciation of Monkess music was fast becoming an obsession and that she was fugging leaving me. At first I didn’t believer....then I saw her face! Fug off!

 

I think there are other tracks that better describe you Masky.

Perhaps "Daydream Believer".
Or more likely "All Alone in the Dark".

 

Ahh! Thde mask is explained. It's so they don't see your face! No offence intended of course.

 

Or the other one, Last Train to W@nksville.

They tossed him off at the first stop.

 

Pulled his emergency cord eh!

 

Doesn’t take much to extrapolate filth from you guys who should know better TBH, Masky hangs out a dangler, and you all take a lick....Clingon pal, hang your head in shame. BFB/BT no hope for you! CCFC, where did it all go wrong for you?

 

Trouble is Masky you hang out your dangler every time there's a "y" in the day.

Careful you don't get a chill in it in the winter.

 

I was going to say "or a passing train". But that would miss by miles.

 

Can't speak for Remote, BfB or BT but my excuse is that I'm young and crave the attention. However, I won't hang my head in shame as it's taken a major medical breakthrough to make it stand up!

 

My moral fibre was corrupted by the musings of you and Aber.
I am now simply a mirror, reflecting your depraved ramblings.

 

That's the trouble with fibre broadband. You wanna get moral fibre broadband mate innit. Have a word with BT.

 

BT can't help. He was a banker(correct spelling) and now works in insurance. As did I. Knows f all about broadband.

 

Is this train going to Clarksville pal?

 

Better be quick, its the last one!

 

Seems like a long train running on this subject.

Suspect Masky is leading us all down the wrong track with his dangling.