Here I am back fresh from a weekend daaan saaaarf watching the youngest play at Twickenham, the weekend for me started on Thursday with finishing work and then piling straight into the pub, and then with a pounding head off at the crack of sparrow fart to buy a new jacket, as usual all the cheapo places had sod all worth having so visa card in hand a heavy heart and a hangover I grasped the nettle and went to a “proper place “ to quote the wife. Get a new shirt and a new suit carrier while you’re at it she says, I must have looked as though I was pissing lemon juice while I was paying for it.
That over with off we set down the M1 after leaving instructions with the brain of Bramley who was setting off on the team coach later, turn everything off lock up etc,
After making good time until getting near Heathrow we ended up in the mother of all traffic jams and to pass the time started remembering all the things we had forgotten to bring, glasses etc.
We were booked into a “Lenny Henry Special” a mile or so from the stadium and to be fair the place was ok considering the price, but we decided that there was no way we could be cooped up there for the night so we rang some friends who had set off earlier and arranged to meet them in a boozer in Hounslow, Yates’s to be precise what a shit hole! still with jugs of what was laughingly described as white wine at a fiver a go it was economical so not terribly surprisingly there we stayed.
A bombshell was dropped, do you have your match tickets yet we were asked? No I was just going to pay on the gate I said, Oh don’t bother we have some spare came the reply for the royal box she added………………don’t take the piss said I, no really she said handing them over, this could get messy thought I, still ask no questions etc.
The game itself was a bit of an anti climax as we gave em far too much respect not to mention a 25 point start a finished up coming second but the occasion was truly memorable and watching from prince William’s seat was good for a laugh as well.
The day continued with much drinking etc at a pub called the cabbage patch on Twickenham high street until the evening when my self and Mrs. Dwarfe peeled off and left then to it while we wobbled back to our hotel and went on a munchies frenzy in the restaurant.
Meanwhile we seem to have a new government, I cant believe the temerity of Clegg the turncoat, and cant wait to see what happens when Cameron gets sick of having him following him around’.
Beckham meanwhile looks as if his Achilles injury will keep him out of action for a couple of months so he wont be able to resume his modeling career until August neither will he be able to watch the world cup from his now usual position of on the bench between Michael Carrick and the bloke who washes the kit.
And my favorite entertainer Robbie Gobby Williams, is claiming to have made his previous albums while under the influence of cannabis personally I find the claim laughable that anyone on marijuana could possibly come up with anything as bland and turgid as “sing when your winning” the little west midlands karaoke singing cretin is desperately trying to get his mush in the papers again to boost his waning popularity, as his army of twelve year old fans have all grown up and seen through him . will write again soon……
DD