Posts Tagged ‘gooner scum’

We beat the scum in their own backyard…

From 2-0 down, we came back at them – 2-3 the result.

We finished off the south London nomads – at their place – and did it well…fuck off back to South London.

Tottenham Hotspur FC – The Pride of north London ๐Ÿ™‚

My weekend was saved…

So, Spurs lost yesterday to Bolton so I was a little bit down. Went to the pub to watch the gooner scum vs Newcastle (honourary Geordie for the day) and watching the scum lose at home was just soooo good ๐Ÿ™‚

So now I’m home, happy, and cooking dinner – life is good ๐Ÿ™‚

Oh yeah – my weekend…

Spent another great weekend in London, in the company of the gorgeous Marina…

Saturday she threatened me with shopping, but I thwarted her plans by suggesting a drink in The Anchor pub beside the Thames:

Really nice place ๐Ÿ™‚ and as an alternative to shopping it certainly gets my vote ๐Ÿ˜‰

After a few pints in here (well, I had several pints, she had coffee and one glass of wine – basically her limit), we walked across the Millennium Bridge towards St Paul’s Cathedral – as it was getting dark, it looked exactly like this:

This was the first time I’ve ever seen St Paul’s in real life – amazing huh? 41 years old and only just seeing some of the sights in the UK…(first time across the bridge too). I would have taken some pictures, but it was drizzly and I didn’t want to get my phone wet – besides, it was cold too, and my hands were buried deep in my pockets…

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Sunday was spent in another nice pub – The Angel Inn in Highgate:

We had lunch here, and spent the entire afternoon just sitting there, reading the papers, drinking, and people watching – most relaxing ๐Ÿ™‚ It’s a great place – and the barstaff were very friendly ๐Ÿ™‚

Having heard from Harriett (she was in London with her daughter at some concert in Earl’s Court) that the trains were running erratically, Marina dropped me off at Finsbury Park at about 7.30 so I could get the train home…

Ah, Finsbury Park – just down the road from the shithole Emirates Stadium (where the gooner scum play) – and they played on Sunday there too – against Chelsea, so the whole area was full of gooners (fair made my skin crawl it did). A quick check on my phone revealed they’d been beaten 0-3 by Chelsea, so that put a huge grin on my face. Spurs got a late equaliser against Aston Villa on Saturday, so we move up to third, the table looking like this:

Happy days ๐Ÿ™‚ We go to Manchester tonight to play United in the Carling Cup quarter final. Redknapp has already said that a Champion’s League place is a priority over winning trophies this season…but even our reserves will want to win (or emulate Defoe‘s 5 goal glut last week ๐Ÿ˜‰ ), so it should make for a good game…

COYS!

From bad to good…and I mean REALLY good

The week started off badly – I was burgled last Saturday and lost 2 mobile phones (my beloved N95 8GB and the new toy, a HTC s710) along with my precious laptop ๐Ÿ™

So Monday morning was spent with me giving a statement to the police in order to get a crime number (needed by my insurers), then contacting the insurers, then arranging to get my locks changed – a shit day.

Tuesday my luck started changing – as my previous post reports – and I was awarded ยฃ3080 compensation for my ankle – result!

Got a call from the insurance loss adjustor just now – my claim has been okayed and replacement items should start arriving next week ๐Ÿ™‚ result!

Still, with all the ups and downs, I’ve been really down this week – a friend mentioned last night it may be something to do with my biorythms so I Googled this (Google is now a verb) and ended up with this:

Biorhythms

Biorhythms

Looks like Sunday/Monday I’m going to be at my lowest physical state while my emotional and intellectual states are high…so basically I’ll be cleverly lazy I guess?

Oh well, it’s Friday… ๐Ÿ™‚

EDIT: Time for a football rant…

Gooner scum: How fucking long are you gonna be doing the “Our youngsters are quality.” when you win, then “Well, we put out a team of youngsters so it was to be expected that we lost.” when you shit out of yet another cup/lose an important game.

YOU FUCKWITS – YOU’RE A HALF-ARSED TEAM FROM SOUTH LONDON. SHUT THE FUCK UP. JUST BECAUSE YOU’VE GOT A PAEDO FOR A MANAGER, STOP ABOUT THE ‘KIDS’

Wankers.

And breathe…

Weeee…Friday again

Another working week (almost) behind us ๐Ÿ™‚

Had a few beers with Darren last night – started out to be an enjoyable evening until this moronic woman came in and ruined it for us. We ended up hiding from her in the smoking area out back of the Tudor – kind of funny really, I mean, this is OUR local and she just wouldn’t take the hint (is telling someone to ‘fuck off’ a subtle enough hint?).

Anyhoo, we both got drunk so all’s well that ends well…

I don’t know how many of the people who visit my site check out the links, but I regularly visit many of them (Scaryduck and Rikaitch especially, and of course B3ta). Rikaitch posted a YouTube video t’other day – thought I’d share it as it does look kind of impressive:

Been at work for almost 2 hours now, done most of the stuff I have to do…time to surf for a while ๐Ÿ™‚

I love my job ๐Ÿ˜€

I’ve no idea what to do this weekend – your suggestions are welcome

EDIT: Check out this link – I promise it’s not pr0n or anything dodgy…just fecking hilarious…gonna keep me entertained this morning ๐Ÿ™‚

2nd EDIT: Almost 10am (3 hours to go – woohoo!), still surfing like a mad surfing thing ๐Ÿ™‚ found this on Scaryduck:

โ€œYou still smoking then?โ€

โ€œNaah โ€“ Iโ€™m tryinโ€™ to give it up. Iโ€™m doinโ€™ that Hitler Therapy anโ€™ everthing.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t you mean โ€˜hypnotherapyโ€™?โ€

โ€œTried that anโ€™ all โ€“ itโ€™s shit. Now, yer Hitler Therapy โ€“ really does work.โ€

โ€œWhatโ€™s it all about then?โ€

โ€œI pay fifty quid a session, anโ€™ this little Austrian bloke with a moustache shouts at me every time I try anโ€™ light up. For an extra twenty notes, you get a load of mucky pictures of Eva Braun.โ€

โ€œGood, is it, then?โ€

โ€œYeah, but I canโ€™t shake this burninโ€™ urge to go anโ€™ invade Poland.โ€

โ€œBut you can get patches for that, canโ€™t you…โ€

Um…he is not mad (allegedly) – but he IS a gooner (summat I overlook as he’s too fecking funny to miss…)

Anyhoo, too busy for all this…

*waits for kettle to boil*

What a weekend THAT was

I had a great time – Friday I was the designated driver when Harriett and me went to Baldock. Had a couple of drinks with her brothers (I was hoping Christian would have come back to town with us), then back to St Neots and into town with Harriett and 2 of her friends – cue me getting very, very drunk (Harriett was already drunk so her friend was giving me her drinks and giving her water).

Didn’t get out of bed until 2pm and got straight back on the beer. When I got a call from Harriett to say I had to go back over Baldock, I let her know she’d have to drive as I was shitfaced a little bit drunk.

So, what should have been a 30 minute trek turned into nearly 4 hours – it was midnight when I got back to town and immediately rang my mate who manages the Tudor to see if I could get a late drink – and I could ๐Ÿ™‚

So it was about 3am when I left there, spend an hour or so at Harriett’s then went wandering.

Sunday was more of the same – the highlight was seeing Man Utd. beat the gooner scum ensuring they (once again) win nothing this season – Harriett says I hate Arsenal more than I love Spurs…and she’s right ๐Ÿ™‚

Having not slept all weekend, I shared a curry with her last night, then fell asleep. And so here I am, bright eyed and bushy tailed on a Monday morning.

I go to the hospital today for a health assessment to see if I’m okay to have my op later this month – think I’ve broken my finger too so I’ll get that checked out while I’m there.

Did I mention that Arsenal have (once again) won nothing? ๐Ÿ™‚

Woohoo – Friday again

What a week it’s been:

Monday – well, Mondays are just Mondays.

Tuesday – hospital appointment in the morning. They’re going to take out the plate and screws in my ankle as the screws are now working their way out (I can feel 4 of them and wearing socks/boots HURTS). Then in the afternoon I had a driving test…which I passed ๐Ÿ™‚ I can now LEGALLY drive…Of course, the best thing that happened on Tuesday was the Carling Cup Semi Final, second leg between the mighty Spurs and the scummy arsenal – the first leg at the rubbish dump ended in a draw after we played them off the park and they were so lucky to get a last minute equaliser (I still maintain it was a handball by Walcott). Anyhoo, the second leg was at White Hart Lane and we once again played them off the park – humiliating them all through the game, scoring at will and coming away with a huge 5-1 win (6-2 on aggregate) that ended our 9 year hoodoo against them. That sets us up for a final at Wembley against Chelsea.

Wednesday/Thursday – Down in Bristol doing onsite testing…this always means loads of beer, ditto food, and ogling the lovely ladies. In theory anyway, the reality was the hotel was in the middle of nowhere and the pub appeared to be run by snotty nosed teenagers with no idea. At least the food was good (I ate far too much), and the beer was cold (Stella Artois, AKA ‘wife beater’).

And here we are at Friday…the weekend looms (still have to really celebrate)

Sunday sees Spurs travel to Old Trafford to play Manchester Utd. in the FA Cup – after tearing apart arsenal, I’m confident we can win this…

COYS!


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