Wye lad a live, wi lost a local derby that wi should o won. First they were aader than us by a generation. But thi had a couple o shots an scored. We woz lyke thi raggy arse rovers gettin worse as thi gyem wore on. Still there were some amusing moments and some good signs noo n then. Nick contributed in a lively fashion n was unlucky not to notch. Debbie failed to produce the tea, he brought some teabags but they're very unappetising without hot water, sugar and a birro milk. Nor was the mulled wine forthcoming and finally his football contribution resembled also something without the necessary ingredients. He's big enough to take it and take it he did. Watch that boy bounce back when he's evacuated his recent carbohydrate stodge. Whatever any of yiz dae keep off the tattie diet ower Christmas. Nowt else ti say aboot the gyem. Frost gave way ti clarts, we gave way to a second successive defeat and adjourned to the pub. A merry little drink ensued. Oh aye Mark nicked off early, fair enough a thought but then there was a heap of of shite covered kit that he forgot to tek wirrim. Thanks to John's mam Nancy for having it washed and ironed by Christmas Eve!
The Station is well on its way to being the first self service pub with a trust box but somehow some drink flowed. Award for last man sitting seems to go to M. Boyle with Steve as companion leaving for the curry house at 6.30. A wer akip well before then afront a roarin fire.
This week a seasonal one-off against Knebworth Dads and Coaches. 10.30 ko at the Rec.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all.
Rudolf
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Faraway Sir Ronald
It's been on and off for years but finally the time has come for Sir Ronald to be put out to pasture in Pembrokeshire and become Faraway Sir Ronald. Plenty of gardening to be done and the drink is already a distant memory. The KNOBS, who are they?
3 comments:
Make mine a pint on Sunday Debbie son.
We are plagued with injuries- our fitness levels are not as I thought they were- our will power is questionable, please change and some young chaps are not puttiong their bodies physically on the line. Simply not good enough. I will be looking for vast improvements in these areas.
Yours sincerely,
GOD
Fuck off God
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