Huddo's mate Jeff pi**ed as newt in the old part of town on the Thursday night and chatting up a 'real' labrador in one of the bars.
A few hours later they left us to get some grub in an Indian, a good 40 minutes later we bumped into them and they still hadn't found the curry house.
Huddo having a 1 foot Sporting Lisbon pen confiscated when entering the ground, only for him to pick it up out of the bin and walk into the ground with it.
Dr F phoning Kite to say I'm lost, Kite replied where are you....Dr F don't know....and the phone cuts off, still don't know what happened next
Huddo's mate Jeff pi**ed as newt in the old part of town on the Thursday night and chatting up a 'real' labrador in one of the bars.
A few hours later they left us to get some grub in an Indian, a good 40 minutes later we bumped into them and they still hadn't found the curry house.
Huddo having a 1 foot Sporting Lisbon pen confiscated when entering the ground, only for him to pick it up out of the bin and walk into the ground with it.
Dr F phoning Kite to say I'm lost, Kite replied where are you....Dr F don't know....and the phone cuts off, still don't know what happened next
The dancing girl....!
Edited by skin