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Post by ojiveojive on Dec 23, 2007 14:01:09 GMT
How the hell the much vaunted Gainsborough Snack Bar could justify charging seventy pence for the dishwater described as Hot Chocolate is beyond my ken. It was so thin you could almost see the bottom of the styrofoam cup, boiling water coloured with a pigeon dropping would have been a more accurate description and probably more tasty, too. The tea didn't look any better, it looked like diaphanous seminal fluid diluted with boiling water. My God, why do we travel a hundred and twenty miles to drink this drivel? Only because we have to. The chips were nothing to write home about either, pre-cooked, then overcooked, the mushy peas were as loose as liquid diarrhoea soaking into the chips, presubably to soften them. I saw one poor unfortunate walk past holding a tray of chips with mushy peas and topped with a coating of brown sauce, the whole lot resembling the inside of a baby's nappy. If it wasn't for the footie. I probably wouldn't go at all!
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Post by ambersalamander on Dec 26, 2007 20:49:26 GMT
Oh dear. Hampton & Richmond have nice food, although I didn't get to drink my soup today. Some of it dribbled over my hand while I was walking to the other side of the ground (ouch, it was hot), some of it went over my skirt and scarf before i got there, and I lost the rest when a Sutton player mishit the ball during the half time warm-up while I was on the phone so wasn't looking. It hit me smack on the elbow (I have a lovely bruise coming up) and both my mobile phone and my soup vanished instantly. Inspection revealed that my cup of soup had fallen off the fence pitchside and my phone was on the ground with my poor boyfriend on the other end wondering what that noise was and where I'd got to!
Pies and chips were nice though.
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Post by malxscfc on Jan 3, 2008 16:33:25 GMT
Oh dear. Hampton & Richmond have nice food, although I didn't get to drink my soup today. Some of it dribbled over my hand while I was walking to the other side of the ground (ouch, it was hot), some of it went over my skirt and scarf before i got there, and I lost the rest when a Sutton player mishit the ball during the half time warm-up while I was on the phone so wasn't looking. It hit me smack on the elbow (I have a lovely bruise coming up) and both my mobile phone and my soup vanished instantly. Inspection revealed that my cup of soup had fallen off the fence pitchside and my phone was on the ground with my poor boyfriend on the other end wondering what that noise was and where I'd got to! Pies and chips were nice though. For the love of God, Sal, with your uncanny luck, don't EVER try cycling with a cup of hot soup then!   |
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Post by ambersalamander on Jan 3, 2008 19:54:32 GMT
What? I was planning to do the London to Brighton bike ride with a thermos, two mugs and no helmet! Don't stop me!
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Post by DazaB_WCFC on Jan 8, 2008 23:07:40 GMT
The funniest tea related incident I remember was at St George's Lane when I was very much younger than I am now. Upon biting into my hot dog, the sausage flew out of the other end and. SPLASH! The next best was at Northwich we were playing footy behind the goal at half time as the Northwich players seemed unable to hit the target. My perfectly flighted cross was headed by Pitty straight into my sister who spilt her tea all over her  |
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Post by ambersalamander on Jan 9, 2008 21:08:48 GMT
One of our fans, who is, hmm, slightly eccentric, was enjoying a cup of coffee behind the goal once when a ball smacked straight into him and completely drenched him in coffee. For the entire 2nd half he stood there dripping and attempting to regain some kind of dignity by, um, eating the polystyrene cup.
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Post by martello on Jan 13, 2008 13:57:01 GMT
One of our fans, who is, hmm, slightly eccentric, was enjoying a cup of coffee behind the goal once when a ball smacked straight into him and completely drenched him in coffee. For the entire 2nd half he stood there dripping and attempting to regain some kind of dignity by, um, eating the polystyrene cup. "Bloody hell!" ;D |
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Post by ambersalamander on Jan 17, 2008 9:05:54 GMT
That's the fella ;D
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