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Post by Col ISIHAC. on Apr 21, 2006 20:15:47 GMT
The point right there being the fact that we were still travelling, while other were not! That we were travelling at that time is due to... The fact that we actually GOT there - pished or no! down to other factors  Therefore, the somewhat drunken  antics of those lucky enough to be there shall remain apocryphal! |
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Post by luvlydory on Apr 21, 2006 20:18:47 GMT
whichever way you look at it, it was messy. what with loy throwing up & jase's blood, it's probably just as well we weren't there !?  |
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Post by Col ISIHAC. on Apr 21, 2006 20:21:23 GMT
Fair enough! I remember Loy telling us about his tech. yawns, but can't remember Jase saying much about digit damage - I mean, it would have helped explain his performance on the footy pitch on Friday morning |
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Post by luvlydory on Apr 21, 2006 20:23:35 GMT
I don't recall him mentioning a poorly finger anywhen on friday, nor did he use it as an excuse ??
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Post by Col ISIHAC. on Apr 21, 2006 20:38:34 GMT
Jase?? When was this damage inflicted?? Please! Help the terminally confused. (That's me by the way - everyone else seems to know what's going on around here  ) |
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Post by Col ISIHAC. on Apr 23, 2006 22:03:21 GMT
OK - double posting again! Friday evening went like this... After the game, two more taxis were summoned, the Blyth SpartOns board was liberated - along with (WHY??) a black bin! The pretentious ones among us went in the Merc. We made our way to The Borough Arms - the pub that we were supposed to start in at lunchtime. I rathe rlike the Borough - it is basic and friendly. Decent beer and two rolls - which Dory & I bought and consumed in lieu of the burger / hot dog / whatever that we had not consumed at the game because of the queue at half time, coupled with the mild trauma of her inability to do "Down" Steps up are fine - getting her down from high places requires patience on my part, and courage on hers I'd forgotten this We stayed in the Borough for some time, and the pictures of the SpartOns sign, bin & mug shots here - isihac.fotopages.com were taken there. After some discussion, much of it relating to indoor ball games, we summoned two MORE taxis and trooped off to the Gold Medal - a chain pub with limited options beer wise, but a pretty good menu - and a pool table. We ate. We then played pool. At this point, one feels it prudent to point out three things about young Dory. 1/ She drinks Guinness - widely available and consistent - which means that she knows precisely how pished she is at any given point in time. Generally speaking 2/ She has a mean competitive streak; which increases with the intake of alcohol. 3/ If ever she tells you that she's good at something - believe her. Even if it turns out that she's blagging it! Mildly merry, though not as pished as Loy had been the previous evening - what with the tech. yawns and digit damage, we wormed our way on to the pool table and H&W won that challenge too!  3 - 0 if I remember correctly. Part way through this, Terrier Dave said bye-bye and went off in search of the last bus home. He missed it, but it's the thought that counts. The thought he had at this point was never made public, but I'll bet it was a good one! From the Gold Medal, things got a bit disjointed. Dory Jase & I found our way on foot to the Aletaster, while Mr Meds & Amber went to our hotel - they had a plane to catch at some unearthly hour! Loy went with them - and was due to catch up with Jase later so that Jase could avoid sleeping on a bench somewhere this time around. We only had one in the Aletaster - it was crammed & hot. We snuck outside, & sat around the side of the place on the deck in true hobo style, before two of us deserted Jase; grabbing one more taxi (For posterity & the avoidance of a rather long walk - the reverse of the one we had taken earlier in the day, with the dented Coke can for company - but a far more serious proposition when wobbly.) & heading back for some sleep. BAck at the hotel, we found Loy - who had been up to something in Amber & Nick's quarters. He didn't say what! He was trying to get a cab back to find Jase - the one that brought us would not take him, so he had to hang around for a while. In the true spirit of friendship, we deserted him in favour of some kip. There's a wee bit more - With no real prospect of getting back for the H&W fixture on the Saturday, we decided upon a cultural tour of Sunderland (Dory's home) and a visit to The Dog House instead! |
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Post by medibot on Apr 24, 2006 0:28:12 GMT
If anybodies interested, the meticulously planned return journey went just as well as the journey up would have if i had woken up. Cab pre booked, off to the airport, check-in swiftly, munchies bought, answer to the who the hell else flies Newcastle - Bristol at this time of the morning in the form of Carlisle fans, pleasant flight with entertaining turbulance, early landing, goodbyes to Carlisle fans, cheap bus into to down, off at the right stop, walk to station, buy tickets, get train to Weston, have tasty brekkie in Weston, arse around on beach, arse around in pubs, get to game on time, win 3-2 in thriller game, drink more, get home. Just like i planned it  |
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Post by luvlydory on Apr 24, 2006 16:38:04 GMT
Well done you !!
they say a drunkard always finds his way home !! ;D
We had a nice drive back, almost as nice as on the way up there !!?
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Post by medibot on Apr 24, 2006 21:56:32 GMT
lol, home via Weston-super-Mare. Possibly the most longwinded return journey ever. The drive up was odd, mainly cos my head was all over the place for various reasons and at one point i thought we'd somehow ended up 30 miles further away from Newcastle then i thought we were but i can't fault the driving or the fuzzy logic behind ever deciding to drive us nutters up in the first place  |
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Post by Col ISIHAC. on Apr 24, 2006 21:59:46 GMT
The fuzzy logic is partly explained by the driver having a short term memory that makes every half mile a brand new experience! Even on the M25. |
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Post by luvlydory on Apr 24, 2006 21:59:51 GMT
The only explanation is that IT TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE !!!(or several)
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Post by luvlydory on Apr 24, 2006 22:05:33 GMT
you say the nicest things !! (i think) |
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Post by Col ISIHAC. on Apr 24, 2006 22:17:05 GMT
lol, home via Weston-super-Mare. Possibly the most longwinded return journey ever. Can't argue with that. At least last year's return to Eastbourne took you sort of via Sutton - or in Amber's case exactly via Sutton Newcastle to South London via VERY NEARLY WALES is not the most direct of routes, now is it?? ;D |
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Post by medibot on Apr 24, 2006 22:28:12 GMT
Not really, it was the best one though. Goes down in history as a brilliant away day. Everything going right, a win, a great goal, silliness, blagging etc Can't be beat  ) |
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Post by ambersalamander on Apr 25, 2006 12:45:59 GMT
It WAS via Wales! Well we flew over wales anyway and there was some very exciting turbulence |
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antics of those lucky enough to be there shall remain apocryphal! 
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3 - 0 if I remember correctly. 
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