Madchester, Bowls and Sunday serenity.
Friday seems like 2 mins ago, where do weekends go?
I made good time in getting to Matt's on Friday evening, i was there on the dot of 7.30pm as we'd arranged, Paid my £14 to park, got to the flat and buzzed him, where was he? in the fooking pub.........i wasn't too arsed but threw a hissy fit for drama effects anyway. They were there within 5 mins, both leaving their pints, i was sat outside the Perival of the peak with a lagertop...so the boys came to join me, Richard was already 6 pints in front and Matt 4.
So me and Richard finally meet, he wasn't at all how i'd expected, but then doing people justice was never one of Matt's strong points.
We dropped our bags off at the flat, Matt threw away his weeks worth of rotting garbage into the litter bin outside the pub and off we set to the City road Inn, to karaoke......whoppee! all got a pint and realised there was no singing to be done in there as the karaoke man had blobbed! grrr!
Never mind Matt knows of another pub, over at the other side of Mancs (the Dark side) where we can sing. So we jumped in a cab and arrive at OH MY GOD, the worse pub in the world............the clientele? think Chatsworth estate and the Gallagher's! all inbred alkies, i kid you not...rough as fook, Rich fetched a book to pick a song, while Matt bought 3 pints straight from the drip tray. All the pages of the book were stuck together, it was filthy, closely behind the sticky black acky carpet..........the loos were on a par with the one from trainspotting, you get the picture? need i go on? we all sang one song each and were out of there like a rat up a drainpipe.
Walked to some random Tokyo karaoke bar, where it was full of wannabe Pop idol contestants, the seats were soaked in spilt lager, the toilets were as bad as the ones in the previous shit hole, they only sold fosters and the crisps were £2.50 a pack.
Still we were on a mission and wanted to flex our vocal chords. Rich sang Whatever, can't remember what RMS did, i tried to do From this moment, but the song broke 1/2 way through, so it all went a bit Pete Tong! Off we shuffled down the stairs, past the restaurant, down a bit, left a bit and suddenly we were at Churchill's, much better!!
We sat in the lounge side, had 3 more pints and a sambuka slammer shot thingy. Matt was ratted and went on to Kronenburg/coke mix......bleugh!!!
We sat there till 1am, talking about deep and meaningful, maudling topics as you do when you've sunk a gallon in the company of great mates.
Homeward bound via the kebab shop, i ate 2 onion bahjis while the boys waited for their burgers to be cooked, at the flat, the airbed was blown up, i got my p.j's on, got in bed then ordered them 2 out, poor Rich was scuttling past with a 1/2 eaten burger off to kip on Matt's floor.
Saturday i was up for a wee at 8am, fell back asleep on the sofa, heard Matt get up to go to the supermarket, then we were all up 11am, eating sausage butties and drinking coffee.
Rich is the slowest eater in the world, but then Matt had added 1/2lb cheese to his sausage butties, 1 1/2 hrs later, all dressed, i dropped the lads off at the cinema and i headed for the M60.
Home.........heaven! did a whites wash, bathed, sorted cats and napped for 2 hours, to be awoken by Andy phoning from the Cricket 146 times.
Had a random tea of toast with the following toppings! scrambled eggs, primula, jam and peanut butter, got ready and picked up Farquahario at 7.30pm in a taxi, to the club.
Now Andy had told me there was some kind of cricket do on with a BBQ, what he failed to mention was the (fun??!!) bowling match i was expected to join in with..................not this side of retirement!
Get fooked, call me a party pooper, which is exactly what i was, even Gill and Dave joined in, we sat out till gone midnight, slowly getting rangooned.. for once our girls.... moi, Katy, Spug, Hayley, Tina, Beth and Rach out numbered the wags...reight do!
Everyone was merry, Andy came to sit with us and was coming out with some corker one liners and having everyone in stitches. The little tinker, i was chatting t'in-laws trying not to appear too bevied. Poor Dave got stung for 1 of my rounds as he offered to buy me a drink, but i was getting Katy and Tina one. Mick was actually grafting behind the bar (shock horror), in the absence of Jenna.........Caroline took Woz home, as he was struggling to stand upright, I think Waitey won the bowls comp, but i wasn't really paying attention.
I don't know what the prize was, who gives a fook! i did have a burger though from the BBQ lit by Keith and manned my the miserable Speight's! it was alright........considering!
I came back from the loo and half our lot had nicked off into town, i was blind with drink, vaguely remember calling cabs, how Deano was still alive as he'd been on the pop since 10am at Bradford city, is beyond me! we dropped KF off at the top of her road, arrived home safely.. managed not to fall flat on my face like last week, up the apples and pears and i seem to recall some bedroom action, but i wouldn't put money on it!
Sunday... the alarm went off mid shag at 8.30am.....off he trots to Headingly to the cricket, i can't think of anything more boring than spending all day there, but what i am not happy about is that Clare got to be invited and i didn't, i have been stewing over this for the last 24 hrs and am going to let rip at dinner time when he phones.
I slept till lunchtime, then did a darks wash, went to Tescos and spent £32 mainly on fruit and veg (i've worked out you can buy approx 7 Mars bars for the price of a pack of asparagus) and god knows how many twix are equal to a pineapple. Home and unpacked the shopping, called at the parents with some hoisted samples for the church fayre (Mum was compiling anonymous letters to the filth for her new pass time).
Back home, Sarah phoned to ask my permission to go to Cadbury's world, (she's such a strange girl) bathed and changed, was going to phone Ruth, now back from her holidays and shout her a few drinks that night, but Marlo called cadging a lift over to my bearded Aunties in Methley.
Had quite a pleasant evening considering, Alan has really mellowed in his retirement and we kalled away like old friends, i was particulary gripped by his tales of the sunken war ships in the Orkney Isles, where when the sea is calm, like a millpond, on a clear day you can see the ships masts bobbing up and down in the water.....do, do, do,do..........how eerie?
But he is still quite eccentric and was trying to give me a full size tree, to take home in my car boot.
Home for 9.30pm, Mum wanted to go see Auntie Gill, but the car wasn't there.....so she came to mine for coffee and cream cake, i had shepherd's pie, on it's own, (too late to start steaming veg) after Mum left i watched a whole host of drek on t.v, had a few glasses of vino, read the Sunday papers and generally wound down after yet another mad busy drunken weekend..........it's a good job my body is a temple, Monday to Friday............otherwise i don't know where i'd be.
Selling Big Issue......probably!
I made good time in getting to Matt's on Friday evening, i was there on the dot of 7.30pm as we'd arranged, Paid my £14 to park, got to the flat and buzzed him, where was he? in the fooking pub.........i wasn't too arsed but threw a hissy fit for drama effects anyway. They were there within 5 mins, both leaving their pints, i was sat outside the Perival of the peak with a lagertop...so the boys came to join me, Richard was already 6 pints in front and Matt 4.
So me and Richard finally meet, he wasn't at all how i'd expected, but then doing people justice was never one of Matt's strong points.
We dropped our bags off at the flat, Matt threw away his weeks worth of rotting garbage into the litter bin outside the pub and off we set to the City road Inn, to karaoke......whoppee! all got a pint and realised there was no singing to be done in there as the karaoke man had blobbed! grrr!
Never mind Matt knows of another pub, over at the other side of Mancs (the Dark side) where we can sing. So we jumped in a cab and arrive at OH MY GOD, the worse pub in the world............the clientele? think Chatsworth estate and the Gallagher's! all inbred alkies, i kid you not...rough as fook, Rich fetched a book to pick a song, while Matt bought 3 pints straight from the drip tray. All the pages of the book were stuck together, it was filthy, closely behind the sticky black acky carpet..........the loos were on a par with the one from trainspotting, you get the picture? need i go on? we all sang one song each and were out of there like a rat up a drainpipe.
Walked to some random Tokyo karaoke bar, where it was full of wannabe Pop idol contestants, the seats were soaked in spilt lager, the toilets were as bad as the ones in the previous shit hole, they only sold fosters and the crisps were £2.50 a pack.
Still we were on a mission and wanted to flex our vocal chords. Rich sang Whatever, can't remember what RMS did, i tried to do From this moment, but the song broke 1/2 way through, so it all went a bit Pete Tong! Off we shuffled down the stairs, past the restaurant, down a bit, left a bit and suddenly we were at Churchill's, much better!!
We sat in the lounge side, had 3 more pints and a sambuka slammer shot thingy. Matt was ratted and went on to Kronenburg/coke mix......bleugh!!!
We sat there till 1am, talking about deep and meaningful, maudling topics as you do when you've sunk a gallon in the company of great mates.
Homeward bound via the kebab shop, i ate 2 onion bahjis while the boys waited for their burgers to be cooked, at the flat, the airbed was blown up, i got my p.j's on, got in bed then ordered them 2 out, poor Rich was scuttling past with a 1/2 eaten burger off to kip on Matt's floor.
Saturday i was up for a wee at 8am, fell back asleep on the sofa, heard Matt get up to go to the supermarket, then we were all up 11am, eating sausage butties and drinking coffee.
Rich is the slowest eater in the world, but then Matt had added 1/2lb cheese to his sausage butties, 1 1/2 hrs later, all dressed, i dropped the lads off at the cinema and i headed for the M60.
Home.........heaven! did a whites wash, bathed, sorted cats and napped for 2 hours, to be awoken by Andy phoning from the Cricket 146 times.
Had a random tea of toast with the following toppings! scrambled eggs, primula, jam and peanut butter, got ready and picked up Farquahario at 7.30pm in a taxi, to the club.
Now Andy had told me there was some kind of cricket do on with a BBQ, what he failed to mention was the (fun??!!) bowling match i was expected to join in with..................not this side of retirement!
Get fooked, call me a party pooper, which is exactly what i was, even Gill and Dave joined in, we sat out till gone midnight, slowly getting rangooned.. for once our girls.... moi, Katy, Spug, Hayley, Tina, Beth and Rach out numbered the wags...reight do!
Everyone was merry, Andy came to sit with us and was coming out with some corker one liners and having everyone in stitches. The little tinker, i was chatting t'in-laws trying not to appear too bevied. Poor Dave got stung for 1 of my rounds as he offered to buy me a drink, but i was getting Katy and Tina one. Mick was actually grafting behind the bar (shock horror), in the absence of Jenna.........Caroline took Woz home, as he was struggling to stand upright, I think Waitey won the bowls comp, but i wasn't really paying attention.
I don't know what the prize was, who gives a fook! i did have a burger though from the BBQ lit by Keith and manned my the miserable Speight's! it was alright........considering!
I came back from the loo and half our lot had nicked off into town, i was blind with drink, vaguely remember calling cabs, how Deano was still alive as he'd been on the pop since 10am at Bradford city, is beyond me! we dropped KF off at the top of her road, arrived home safely.. managed not to fall flat on my face like last week, up the apples and pears and i seem to recall some bedroom action, but i wouldn't put money on it!
Sunday... the alarm went off mid shag at 8.30am.....off he trots to Headingly to the cricket, i can't think of anything more boring than spending all day there, but what i am not happy about is that Clare got to be invited and i didn't, i have been stewing over this for the last 24 hrs and am going to let rip at dinner time when he phones.
I slept till lunchtime, then did a darks wash, went to Tescos and spent £32 mainly on fruit and veg (i've worked out you can buy approx 7 Mars bars for the price of a pack of asparagus) and god knows how many twix are equal to a pineapple. Home and unpacked the shopping, called at the parents with some hoisted samples for the church fayre (Mum was compiling anonymous letters to the filth for her new pass time).
Back home, Sarah phoned to ask my permission to go to Cadbury's world, (she's such a strange girl) bathed and changed, was going to phone Ruth, now back from her holidays and shout her a few drinks that night, but Marlo called cadging a lift over to my bearded Aunties in Methley.
Had quite a pleasant evening considering, Alan has really mellowed in his retirement and we kalled away like old friends, i was particulary gripped by his tales of the sunken war ships in the Orkney Isles, where when the sea is calm, like a millpond, on a clear day you can see the ships masts bobbing up and down in the water.....do, do, do,do..........how eerie?
But he is still quite eccentric and was trying to give me a full size tree, to take home in my car boot.
Home for 9.30pm, Mum wanted to go see Auntie Gill, but the car wasn't there.....so she came to mine for coffee and cream cake, i had shepherd's pie, on it's own, (too late to start steaming veg) after Mum left i watched a whole host of drek on t.v, had a few glasses of vino, read the Sunday papers and generally wound down after yet another mad busy drunken weekend..........it's a good job my body is a temple, Monday to Friday............otherwise i don't know where i'd be.
Selling Big Issue......probably!
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