Thanks a bunch guys. A simple thing like yes or no on Monday or Tuesday at the latest and they couldn't manage it. Oh well this is the much vaunted, technologically white hot society that we live in. Efficient, progressive and brimming with an optimism that we are in total control. In wi canna mak a fookin phonecaal. It widna a heppened afore Thatcherism set in. Ah well just calm doon bonny lad, hev yer Horlicks or yer Ovaltine in pull the covers ower yi heid. I just might dae that!
Wrinkled prune
Welcome to the festive ramblings of faraway Sir Ronald and his knobs Dancer Dave, Dasher Darren and Prancer Al. Do take the time to browse around and participate in the blog. Older, slower and fatter than ever, that's the festive knobs!
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?
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FUCK EM Ron and everyone else connected with Dundee.
I'll have nothing more to do with them
Dundee home of the Broons, Oor Wullie, jam and jute- can't ban all those heritage items (not to mention "The Discovery").
Spell 'pestilential'.
PESTILENTIAL.
OK.
" Thou art a little soul bearing up a corpse"
Epictetus
Request from Kempston for us to play only very old players. Anyone got a grandad or ageing father (or mother) out there? There is an injury list and a non availability list bearing on team selection this week so apart from a request for Gavin to be stand by goalie or ref (to allow me a walk out)the team picks itself,
Trevor, Steve H, Chris G, Brendan,
John T, Mark, Martin, Steve B, Mike, Matt, Bill. Andy sub.
Enjoy.
Your the oldest of the lot Ron. How comes your not in the team. Can we please have a league position some time soon.
I've got my whistle out and I'm ready to rock and roll.
Bugger Clive Thomas let's be having Ken Aston, lieutenant colonel in Burma WW2 and 'in charge' of the dirtiest match ever Chile v Italy 1962 World Cup, the Battle of Santiago. Said it were like monitoring military manoeuvres.
Ken officiated at our Spartan League cup final 1978(?) and allowed drinks breaks during the game on as blazing hot June 1st. This he told us was a FIFA first! Famous at last.
The league table is now on the website. I'm still waiting for a few results but hopefully it will be completely up to date very soon.
What is a web site?
Who voted for the fuckin' FRENCH brie? Where is the national pride you bastards for the good old ENGLISH cheddar? You make me sick! You'll be wanting the Euro next. Then we'll be driving in kilometres instead of miles an hour. Haven't we had enough of it already with the grams instead of ounces? And as for the 48-hour working time directive. France! You can shove it up your arse. If I want to work 60 hours a week, let me work 60 hours a week. Bastards. And you're a bastard too for voting for FRENCH brie. Fuck me. What is this beautiful country coming to?
I voted for the Brie you ignorant, parochial pommy bastard. Vive la France, wait till le weekend et le rugby and ze French cockerel will spatter much shit over le gros, misfuckinshapen bulldog Angleterre.
I spit on your cheddar- perhaps thees make it taste better.
If you're happy eating cheese that looks and smells like it has come out of my cock then screw you roland de watton, screw you! What were you doing when you wrote that you bastard? Out on strike were you?
Quelle change! Once going out on strike for liberte, equalite and fraternitie were a Briton's badge of honour. Look at them now- still racist, class ridden and so insular as to be a singularity hardly noticed by anyone else. With their service economy- well suited with all their cap doffing and deference to their betters- they yearn to slave the 100 hour week, there's always some other pauvre fucker working 110, so that they can sip their warm, pissy beer and choke on their monotonous fish and chips, rosily and smugly surveying their little empires. Self delusion is their game, the only one in town.
Pathetique!
Vive la France, and camembert and roquefort to you!
There is no pissy beer down The Station I can tell you. It's both pissy and shitty!
Allons enfants de la patrie
Come and eat yer brie.
why has no one voted for polish golka. you cunts
Paris, Cannes, Nice, Toulouse,
Wigan, Gateshead, Slough, Barnsley,
St Malo, Conques, Avignon, Troyes,
St Helens, Port Talbot, Hull, South Shields.
Nuff said you ostriches.
What about Tylzycki, Bynddza, Bundz and Oscypek and many others is it the os so foreign name that puts us off? Toad, Badger, Bullfrog and Offal cheese certainly might be a little, culturally speaking. off putting. Yes just stick to your cheddar. cow's tit concoctions.
France has over 500 different cheeses what does Britain have?
Cheddar.
Double Gloucester, an orange tateless cheddar, Cheshire, a crumbly tasteless cheddar, Lancashire a white cheshire equally tasteless, Dunlop cheddar (Scotland), the French have Michelin, the Irish have the ubiquitous and industrial Wexford cheddar, the Welsh have Caerphilly another Cheshire/Cheddar concoction of doubtful provenance.
Then we have our cultural affinity to Kraft cheese slices (thank you America) and Dairylea triangles and what else? Come on what else?
Yes there is Somerset, dare I say it, Brie a pale imitation of that wonderful French product.
Phish! Is that a British cheese I hear you thinking.
sure it was on the table when i went to the pisser
Kempston came up with all that ' make sure you put out an old side' pish last time we played them. I turned up expected a load of piss stained crumblies to be wheeled out on the pitch but, feel my big round plums, they were younger and prettier than us! Pish to them i say.
Kempston will win 2-1. Ron too nice to the has beens and never were's and certainly not nows!
The bros M?
Polish cheese!!! What next - Turkish Beef and Ale Pie???
i work in kempston and know for a fact that they will field a fairly young side
The Station has got toulouse!
Well I'll not be lautreching up there for a piss and a pint or should that be a pint of piss. Fortunately they always give you short measures.
Viva la British Bulldog!
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