Last night there was a pub quiz at Bath City FC
My teammates and I were by far the youngest team to enter the competition, with a combined age of just 101. Some teams had individual members close to that age.
Therefore, we were pleased when we got a question on Andy Pandy right
We also knew the name of Harry Potter’s owl
Although didn’t know the name given to the wife of an Earl. We put Joy – she’s married to My Name Is Earl. It was wrong.
There was controversy over the question “Who is older, Bobby or Jack Charlton”. The quizmaster got it wrong. We got it right.
There was accusations of cheating. My iPhone was never used for such matters… honest!
We came second from bottom. Shame. I could have done with a wooden spoon.
A fellow Bath City fan, from a rival quiz team, left his phone on somebody else’s table. He got ‘Facebook raped’. In the words of Shaggy “It wasn’t me”
Never has a story on the front page of the Bath Chronicle caused so much outrage, hate and anger. So, has someone been drowning puppies on the River Avon? No. Has a sicko been kidnapping children? Nope. Has a weirdo been exposing himself in Victoria Park. Again, no.
So what has caused so much fury?
THIS. A bloke who has complained against getting his house painted blue, because he is a Manchester United fan (nothing to do with the fact it’ll look tacky and shit). Burn him!
If he feels so passionately about a club he has never visited and is over 200 miles away from where he lives, he can show the whole world how much he loves Manchester United by painting a giant cock on his house.
Here are just some of the comments on the website that made me chuckle
A Manchester United fan in Bath? I’ve seen it all now!
What a sad individual – get a life – get out of you armchair and on the terraces and support a local side, what a load of drivel to put on the front page of a newspaper a couple of hundred miles from the club he claims to “support”!!!
Pathetic! He should just be glad he’s getting it done for him and doesn’t have to do his own maintenance like us poor folks who don’t live in the blue houses!! I feel sorry for his wife!
Does he even know where Manchester is? Why support some American owned PLC when you can watch Championship or Conference football locally.
Well, Rooney deserves it. A few chants doing the rounds…
Who’s that slapper in the lowry
Whos that dirty fucking whore
She’s a thousand pound a night
and she said that you were shite
and you wont be shagging Coleen anymore
Score in a brothel
He can only score in a brothel
Same old Rooney
Always cheating!
Wayne Rooney shagged a whore
We all thought he couldn’t score
His wife’s gonna take his money from the bank
Next time Wayne just have a wank
(copyright Russell Howard 2010)
Poor Coleen! The recent newspaper allegations about her shaven monkey of a husband must have been very upsetting. Still, I am sure her good friend John Terry will be more than happy to offer her a shoulder to cry on.
I spent the majority of the final day of my week off tidying up my flat.
Last night I saw another spider – the fourth in three weeks. I have now moved all piles of CDs, DVDs and a subwoofer into a cupboard. The living room is now clutter-free, with no hiding places. It also looks like an Ikea show room.
This is just the latest step I have undertaken on the war in terror on spiders.
About Me
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You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
