Sat down to watch one my old videos this afternoon, Gramstall v Leeds – FA Cup 3rd round 1980. Hadn’t watched it for ages. It’s not how I remember it. Guess what happens now when Young Martin Hayes puts Alan Beckersley one on one with the keeper? That’s right! – Michael Aspel suddenly pops up and introduces Antiques bloody Roadshow from York Minster and bangs on for five minutes about some bloody plate or something!
I told Jean that if she actually had any Claris Cliff , well she wouldn’t have any Claris Cliff because I’d now be jumping up and down on it from a great sodding height.
Jean said that I wasn’t really annoyed with her at all, that I was actually still annoyed with the bloke from number three for mistaking me for someone else yesterday.
As I said to her. I am annoyed at that as well but that’s not the point. I’m MOSTLY annoyed at the fact that the chances of me getting my hands on another recording of that match is about as likely as me actually being or even looking remotely like the drummer from Steeleye Span.
Can’t help wondering if the bloke from number three had realised his mistake earlier if I’d still be up on the sodding roof, waiting for Jean to come home from her Mothers , to throw my tablets up to me. That would have made an afternoon in Kirkby Stephen spent with the Fire Brigade look like a bastard breeze wouldn’t it?
I’m going to phone Marty Beswick in the morning. His crowd can do the sodding chimney. Bernie Fatwa reckons Bessie’s made a right bucket of money since Bessie gave the game up. They reckon Bessie’s got a mod cons house in Malaga now and the house automatically phones you up over here, if someone as much goes near it.
Mind you Bernie should know, he had a loony ‘bit on the side,’ in
Barnsley once years ago, who used to threaten to phone his wife up everytime he’d been near her front entry . She did sometimes as well. I used to say to him “Bernie , your bit of fluff speaks to your wife more often than you do.”
Bernie reckons he read a few weeks back that she got banged–up for attacking a bloke in Pontefract with a Kirby Cleaner.
A place I’ve never been to Pontefract.
1 Comment
March 13, 2008 at 2:36 pm
a great article!!