I had a night out last night, took my lady to see Colin Fry, she is a fan but Iâm not so I had an uncomfor table evening sitting on a very hard chair surrounded by lots of woman with walking sticks, large sagging breasts and leggings, they all wear leggings these days regardless of the size of arse. The good thing was it gave me around 3 hours to just sit and think, would have been nice to have happy thoughts but I started with rather sad ones. Before I left home I caught the news and was hit with the confirmation that all 4 miners had died followed by the latest death in Afganastan was a local lad from Dartington. We then moved on to the latest loss of life in Lydia with people fighting for a freedom we take for granted. The good news was that the unemployment figure had gone up, yes its that bad that rising unemployment is the nearest we get to good news. You would have thought that all this coupled with the civil war on not606 of late would have brought me home depressed but no, I came home very happy and the sad thoughts at the start of the evening had turned into happy ones, a lot to do with my beliefs about death and what happens but thatâs a personal thing and I respect its a belief many donât share and thatâs fine. What we do share is a love for a tradition, a life choice, a history, Iâm struggling to describe it because its a daft thing to have a love for, a football team, not Gardner or Bendtner, Quinn or Bruce, we all fall out over them but TBH they really donât matter that much. The thing we all love is something a bit like my faith, its stupid, daft, cant be described you just have it. At times you donât really want it, life would be so much easier without it and Iâm sure that like me you have tried to walk away from it but you cant, it keeps drawing you back. We call our mates up the road and despite it not being the done thing, they really are our mates we just have a different love but like us they can do little about it. I sat last night, watched a mother and her two daughters in tears has they heard from a daughter lost who told them she was fine and I thought to myself that I too am fine, my team is fine and on Sunday I will again make my piligrimage to the SoL to worship them once again. I will then return home, log onto not606 and either write how proud I am of my boys in red and white ho defeated Stoke, maybe how relieved I am that we scraped a win, could be how at least we did not lose or god forbid, I will write my thoughts tomorrow when I have calmed down. You see my friends in these hard times their will always be someone a lot worse off than us, I woke today and my family are still with me. I donât have a funeral to arrange. My son is still doing fine in life, he wont be signing on just yet and unlike our friends at Plymouth Argyle we know we will still have a club to support next week, regardless of Sundays result. Things could be so much better for us but they could also be a dam sight worse, give your wife, husband, partner, mother, dad, kids or dog a kiss and enjoy your weekend.
"I had an uncomfortable evening sitting on a very hard chair surrounded by lots of woman with walking sticks, large sagging breasts and leggings, they all wear leggings these days regardless of the size of arse." Sounds about as pleasant as a "route canal" without pain relief.
Who is he anyhow syd? If you were as clued up as you say you are you would have "arranged" to be busy that night and sent the little women along with some girlie friends on a girls night out. Even if it meant taxiing for them well worth it by the sounds of it.
I had a night out last night, took my lady to see Colin Fry, she is a fan but I’m not so I had an uncomfor table evening sitting on a very hard chair surrounded by lots of woman with walking sticks, large sagging breasts and leggings, they all wear leggings these days regardless of the size of arse. Sounds like Wayne Rooney's perfect night out.
Aye, granny sex is not what it used to be. Like in all walks of life, the price goes up but the quality just drops. Such a shame.
