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I've never been one of these people who lets a result spoil my monday or week like, but everyone at work has irritated the fuck out of me all day. Now in a quiet room marking assessments and ODing on Pepsi.

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Was at an outstanding piss-up in Bristol on Saturday and although we had to suffer watching that embarrassment in a Walkabout we all went our seperate ways afterwards (think of the ending of Pitt & Clooney's Ocean's 11) so there wasn't much dissection or mocking from the fans of other clubs. 2hr train ride in silence, bowl of bolognese, read a bit, bed.

 

All in all, not the worst way to sandwich that pile of shite

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Was at an outstanding piss-up in Bristol on Saturday and although we had to suffer watching that embarrassment in a Walkabout we all went our seperate ways afterwards (think of the ending of Pitt & Clooney's Ocean's 11) so there wasn't much dissection or mocking from the fans of other clubs. 2hr train ride in silence, bowl of bolognese, read a bit, bed.

 

All in all, not the worst way to sandwich that pile of shite

 

Clair de lune playing. Beautiful. Sniffle.

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That's quite bad, but it's not getting soaked to your skin whilst fiddling with a pay and display machine (three quid fucking fifty!) so you can experience the 'pleasure' of the Keswick pencil museum, is it?!

 

why? :lol:

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I think I would have enjoyed that as you say beautiful piece of film somewhat less had they been leaving from a Walkabout instead of that fountain. Wry looks exchanged between Matt Damon and that old fella over a tired, vomit stained cliche ridden bar.

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I think I would have enjoyed that as you say beautiful piece of film somewhat less had they been leaving from a Walkabout instead of that fountain. Wry looks exchanged between Matt Damon and that old fella over a tired, vomit stained cliche ridden bar.

 

Yeah I wasn't too pleased when the lad (who had, up to this point, played a blinder) directed the taxi to the Walkabout. We got there at about 11:30 and were told the bar didn't open until 12:00. Even after we explained that the match kicked off at 12:00, they insisted we fuck off elsewhere 1st and didn't return for 30 minutes. We left, our shoes already gummy with last nights piss, puke and fosters, had a pint, came back and still had to wait five minutes until bang on 12:00.

 

At least we had a table with a screen and only had to suffer 1 lonely mackem (who only made noise when the 2nd & 3rd goals went in). Can't imagine what it was like at the stadium, nor in town after.

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Found out a relative died yesterday morning so that combined with those fucking pricks meant I hit the drink big style after the match which if I'm honest much improved my outlook!

My condolences mate.

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