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Post by loveandpride on Aug 27, 2011 0:05:59 GMT
Alright it's all over, we turned up foam handed at half eight in the morning 120 good lads, that was just the lot on the train, we had thirty who thumbed it to Burford dressed as Tintin characters and then got Sedan chairs into the town centre. There were another 40 who hired a long boat in Lechlade for the weekend then cycled in some disguised Charls Hawtrey in Carry on camping, others as Leroy from Fame and a few sporting Halloween masks fashioned from egg boxes, Simple Minds T shirts an karate trousers, this lot were proper.
On arriving at Swindon station we were greeted by four ehem. OB, a Fraser from Dad's army, tribute act,a lost boy scout and a youth distributing leaflets for Dominic's Pizza (open seven days a week, phone for our latest deals) on leaving the station we formed a human pyramid with small hand Pete from Abingdon taking his place on the top proudly waving a carton of Kia Ora.
So the walk to the ground began the cans of Hofmeister were cracked open and after singing a few rousing choruses of Master of the House from Les Miserables and a selection of Flock of Seagulls B sides we were ready to parlez. On reaching the County ground hotel we were dissapointed to find only the cleaner, barman and lady who does the sanitary towel disposal thing in attendance, to be fair she looked game as f*ck but we gave her a squeeze, say what you want but we aint bullys.
The Merlin pub wass most impressive, decked out in a medieval style with witches, lepers, amd pox riddem dwarfs all in attendance. It was impossible to get a drink in there so me and some other football casuals played the traditional game 'who have you come as?' I was sussed early doors in my Matelot/Breton top, Captain Pugwash of course!
We managed to get a pint after Mad Steve feigned a panic attack at the bar and said he wouldn't f*ck off til he got five pints of Skol and a DoubleDiamond shandy for one eyed Dave. We were just starting a game of charades outside when along came Merlin the guvnor we thought he'd sussed us for taking the p*ss out of one of the bar staff who looked like Ruth Maddox, but he said he thought we were alright, and conjured up a couple of rounds for us! To be fair he said we wasn't Swindon but was one of the original Malvern valley casuals, shit hot Lacoste cape on him to be fair, On the way to the ground there was f*ck-all apart from the usual stand off by the town end over who had the most obscure waistcoats, and esoteric nicknames, you know the score, anyway the rest is history as they say and the result will be remembered for a long time.
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Post by stfconyourpitch (banned) on Aug 27, 2011 0:13:23 GMT
Nice drugs. Can I have some?
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Post by bananaman on Aug 27, 2011 9:36:30 GMT
Quality! A very amusing read.
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Post by snafu on Aug 27, 2011 9:44:28 GMT
That's very good indeed - do you also write David Cameron's speeches for him?
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Post by loveandpride on Aug 28, 2011 11:25:24 GMT
Cheers, probably not everyone's idea of humour!
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Post by gottagetbetta on Aug 28, 2011 11:38:06 GMT
Was a game of football involved at all...??
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Post by ox9hp18 on Aug 29, 2011 21:31:54 GMT
i must admit that post has really lost me !
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Post by whatever on Aug 29, 2011 21:55:43 GMT
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Post by loveandpride on Aug 29, 2011 22:34:43 GMT
What don't you understand?
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Post by ox5 on Aug 30, 2011 12:11:20 GMT
What don't you understand? Probably the Flock of Seagulls B sides!!!!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2011 13:08:53 GMT
nice one, love it
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Post by onlyme on Aug 30, 2011 14:03:54 GMT
i must admit that post has really lost me ! Some people have imaginations that take a wander or two and entertain the rest of us. Quality. What's not to understand?
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Post by loveandpride on Aug 30, 2011 16:33:35 GMT
i must admit that post has really lost me ! Some people have imaginations that take a wander or two and entertain the rest of us. Quality. What's not to understand? Thanks, seven pints of weak lager helps
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Post by oldenough on Aug 30, 2011 19:13:26 GMT
Alright it's all over, we turned up foam handed at half eight in the morning 120 good lads, that was just the lot on the train, we had thirty who thumbed it to Burford dressed as Tintin characters and then got Sedan chairs into the town centre. There were another 40 who hired a long boat in Lechlade for the weekend then cycled in some disguised Charls Hawtrey in Carry on camping, others as Leroy from Fame and a few sporting Halloween masks fashioned from egg boxes, Simple Minds T shirts an karate trousers, this lot were proper. On arriving at Swindon station we were greeted by four ehem. OB, a Fraser from Dad's army, tribute act,a lost boy scout and a youth distributing leaflets for Dominic's Pizza (open seven days a week, phone for our latest deals) on leaving the station we formed a human pyramid with small hand Pete from Abingdon taking his place on the top proudly waving a carton of Kia Ora. So the walk to the ground began the cans of Hofmeister were cracked open and after singing a few rousing choruses of Master of the House from Les Miserables and a selection of Flock of Seagulls B sides we were ready to parlez. On reaching the County ground hotel we were dissapointed to find only the cleaner, barman and lady who does the sanitary towel disposal thing in attendance, to be fair she looked game as f*ck but we gave her a squeeze, say what you want but we aint bullys. The Merlin pub wass most impressive, decked out in a medieval style with witches, lepers, amd pox riddem dwarfs all in attendance. It was impossible to get a drink in there so me and some other football casuals played the traditional game 'who have you come as?' I was sussed early doors in my Matelot/Breton top, Captain Pugwash of course! We managed to get a pint after Mad Steve feigned a panic attack at the bar and said he wouldn't f*ck off til he got five pints of Skol and a DoubleDiamond shandy for one eyed Dave. We were just starting a game of charades outside when along came Merlin the guvnor we thought he'd sussed us for taking the p*ss out of one of the bar staff who looked like Ruth Maddox, but he said he thought we were alright, and conjured up a couple of rounds for us! To be fair he said we wasn't Swindon but was one of the original Malvern valley casuals, shit hot Lacoste cape on him to be fair, On the way to the ground there was f*ck-all apart from the usual stand off by the town end over who had the most obscure waistcoats, and esoteric nicknames, you know the score, anyway the rest is history as they say and the result will be remembered for a long time. Reminds me of WBA away Sept 89 on LSD ;D I look forward to your next match report mate.
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Post by helsinkiyellow on Aug 30, 2011 19:34:58 GMT
Very fertile imagination sir! As random as some of the posts on this website: weareoxfordunited.blogspot.com Sadly it hasn't been updated since promotion from that hell hole of a league below...
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Post by minime on Aug 30, 2011 21:17:57 GMT
Alright it's all over, we turned up foam handed at half eight in the morning 120 good lads, that was just the lot on the train, we had thirty who thumbed it to Burford dressed as Tintin characters and then got Sedan chairs into the town centre. There were another 40 who hired a long boat in Lechlade for the weekend then cycled in some disguised Charls Hawtrey in Carry on camping, others as Leroy from Fame and a few sporting Halloween masks fashioned from egg boxes, Simple Minds T shirts an karate trousers, this lot were proper. On arriving at Swindon station we were greeted by four ehem. OB, a Fraser from Dad's army, tribute act,a lost boy scout and a youth distributing leaflets for Dominic's Pizza (open seven days a week, phone for our latest deals) on leaving the station we formed a human pyramid with small hand Pete from Abingdon taking his place on the top proudly waving a carton of Kia Ora. So the walk to the ground began the cans of Hofmeister were cracked open and after singing a few rousing choruses of Master of the House from Les Miserables and a selection of Flock of Seagulls B sides we were ready to parlez. On reaching the County ground hotel we were dissapointed to find only the cleaner, barman and lady who does the sanitary towel disposal thing in attendance, to be fair she looked game as f*ck but we gave her a squeeze, say what you want but we aint bullys. The Merlin pub wass most impressive, decked out in a medieval style with witches, lepers, amd pox riddem dwarfs all in attendance. It was impossible to get a drink in there so me and some other football casuals played the traditional game 'who have you come as?' I was sussed early doors in my Matelot/Breton top, Captain Pugwash of course! We managed to get a pint after Mad Steve feigned a panic attack at the bar and said he wouldn't f*ck off til he got five pints of Skol and a DoubleDiamond shandy for one eyed Dave. We were just starting a game of charades outside when along came Merlin the guvnor we thought he'd sussed us for taking the p*ss out of one of the bar staff who looked like Ruth Maddox, but he said he thought we were alright, and conjured up a couple of rounds for us! To be fair he said we wasn't Swindon but was one of the original Malvern valley casuals, shit hot Lacoste cape on him to be fair, On the way to the ground there was f*ck-all apart from the usual stand off by the town end over who had the most obscure waistcoats, and esoteric nicknames, you know the score, anyway the rest is history as they say and the result will be remembered for a long time. Reminds me of WBA away Sept 89 on LSD ;D I look forward to your next match report mate. WBA 89. I was there, but in the opposite end to you Do tell........ ;D
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Post by cowleyox on Aug 30, 2011 21:42:10 GMT
Made me smile. Good p*ss take mate, now do one from the Swindon perspective.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2011 11:40:40 GMT
sure its a p*ss take?
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Post by alessandro on Sept 1, 2011 10:18:58 GMT
Talking of tuning up foam handed and thumbing it to Burford dressed as Tintin characters....you'd have to be pretty silly after the London riots to throw rocks at football fans on a train platform and then post it on youtube. I'm sure Old Bill won't be giving them a knock. (see end of this video) www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wtBt_8E7Co&feature=related
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Post by surreyman on Sept 1, 2011 10:22:41 GMT
Jesus! Is this what constitutes a "riot" nowadays? A handful of 14/15 year olds throwing missiles and insults from a safe distance?
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Post by surreyman on Sept 1, 2011 10:24:12 GMT
Made me smile. Good p*ss take mate, now do one from the Swindon perspective. Not a p*ss-take, just L&P's well-developed leftfield, offbeat sense of humour. I can imagine a few beers helped the creative flow.
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Post by onlyme on Sept 1, 2011 11:37:12 GMT
Talking of tuning up foam handed and thumbing it to Burford dressed as Tintin characters....you'd have to be pretty silly after the London riots to throw rocks at football fans on a train platform and then post it on youtube. I'm sure Old Bill won't be giving them a knock. (see end of this video) www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wtBt_8E7Co&feature=relatedFoam for brains more like. How utterly pathetic. How very brave throwing stones from a safe distance behind a fence. If the polie continue to do a very good job that knock should be coming very soon. Punishment should be community service sweeping the streets of Blackbird Leys perhaps.
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Post by alessandro on Sept 1, 2011 14:27:05 GMT
The police are investigating the little runts I believe. Utterly pathetic....made even more so that they're giving it 'the big one' from behind a railway track and a big fence. How very 'Swindon'.
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