posted Mar 7, 2008

I suspect 'sugar' might be some kind of Chris Charles slang for an unpublishable word.

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posted Mar 7, 2008

Watch it Barnzy, he just called you sugar...

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posted Mar 7, 2008

oh yes, i have pulled on a Friday.
A whole weekend with my new found friend.
GET IN

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posted Mar 7, 2008

...better make sure you use a condom

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posted Mar 7, 2008

ha, he can be the feminine one then!
anybody else wana join us?

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posted Mar 7, 2008

take that as a no...............

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posted Mar 7, 2008

umm, well its her or me.
You make the choice but i will make it clear, football always comes first between us

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posted Mar 7, 2008

I really wish sometimes that Beckham's parents had used a condom, it might spare us all this media nonsense about him every two minutes. You can barely look at the BBC Sport page without there being a picture of him there. Even the BBC News page has a picture of his damn wife!! Aaaaarrrrrggggggghhhhhh!!!!!

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posted Mar 9, 2008

When I walked into a drinking establishment the first thing I noticed was how many sad faces there were amongst the many guys and girls gathered there.
The other noticeable theme was the various football scarves draped around the shoulders of those present.

I ordered a drink and realised the guy behind the bar had only served me a half pint in a pint pot. “A guv, what’s the big idea?” I said. He never answered me, just looked and sort of weighed me up, sort of, is he, isn’t he? Type of look; best not push the issue I thought.

I sat down not wanting to ask this sad looking lot anything for fear of upsetting them anymore than they already looked. I relaxed in my chair to be at once surrounded by supporters from about 5 clubs. “Where you from pal”? One asked. “Lesta mate” I replied. "Oh", he said, “you’ll be OK then” "OK"? I asked, "yeah, OK". They moved away as quickly as they had surrounded me and I thought maybe, just maybe this was not my type of establishment and why all the variants of supporters in one boozer? STRANGE!

As I went to finish my beer I noticed that it now was back to half full! I looked towards the landlord who was starring at me. He smiled, winked and then got on with serving the next geezer who had walked in the pub, another sad looking fellow.

I drank from my glass and placed it back on the table. Each drink I had taken seemed to make no difference it always returned to half full!

As I shuffled towards the door many of the drinkers were still sitting in their seats, eyes red, crying into their beer and these 50 something’s really were suffering badly. You could feel their hurt and pain. I know it sounds bad but I had to get out of there. I didn’t want to leave them at their time of need but it seemed like a dog eat dog situation.

I pushed at the door and unlike the doom and gloom that I met on entering, brilliant sunshine adorned the May skyline. “Jesus it’s hot” I thought and removed my coat stopping momentarily to notice the pub sign.

“Welcome to the last chance saloon” it read. At that moment I realised,

WE WERE SAFE!

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