Bolton

Ooh dear. Well I went to Bolton on Saturday but remember very little of it coz I decided to hit the Stella at the god-awful time of 9.30 in the morning.

So I get to the pub in Manc land and ordered some 5 bean chilli (relegated to only 3 bean in the pub I was in) when jfh texted me saying he was at Man Pic station. I couldn't get there so he said he would get train and I would meet him in the pub in the Bolton. But I had told him to get off at the wrong stop because that's what the website i visit for games said and he was stuck in the middle of nowhere for an hour. Then he texted me not to get off there, once he had eventually got to the pub, but I didn't get his text til after he sent it meaning I had to wait half an hour in random place too.

Then I met BorisG from the board and took him on a 'random nature trail' around Horwich Parkway (where the ground is) as I was lost, and we asked a really nice girl where the pub was and she told us. After two sets of car park attendants and Retro told us contrasting bloody directions!

Got to pub, drank, sedate got to ground and nabbed a pie. Cheese and onion, yummy! Which I then preceded to drop on the concourse. So being  a wolf I just picked it up and ate it. The bloke next to me laughed at my pissedness. He wasn't to be seen in the second half, they'd all buggered off.

Half time in a match that was so tedious I'd rather have pulled me clawnails out and I was hungry so I got ANOTHER PIE!! Fat bastard or what. Then I saw Ms Curly and gave her a really long wolf hug that was in her words ' the best hugs she had ever had'. Then she said I was very wolflike eating my pie (hey I didn't want to get greasy paws did i?!) and then we went and watched the second half which was almost as dull as the first. Yakubu spooned a shot he should have scored, we got a convenient point and we all went back to the pub.

Admist my conversation I remembered the Observer newspaper were phoning me for a tactical analysis of the match by random pissed bloke. It turned into a 10 minute discussion on Pogotetz looking good and the repetition of the same points again and again. Poor sod was probably well sick of me.

Then we went home after more drinking, ran after a train, losing BorisG in the process then losing jfh at Man Pic station. Either that or they just left me coz I was an embarrassment. Poor wolfie.

Fell asleep on the train, woke up sick in the middle of the night and was ill most of Sunday.

Surely now I've convinced you guys to come!!

Sheffield in a week. God...

Bolton

Ooh dear. Well I went to Bolton on Saturday but remember very little of it coz I decided to hit the Stella at the god-awful time of 9.30 in the morning.

So I get to the pub in Manc land and ordered some 5 bean chilli (relegated to only 3 bean in the pub I was in) when jfh texted me saying he was at Man Pic station. I couldn't get there so he said he would get train and I would meet him in the pub in the Bolton. But I had told him to get off at the wrong stop because that's what the website i visit for games said and he was stuck in the middle of nowhere for an hour. Then he texted me not to get off there, once he had eventually got to the pub, but I didn't get his text til after he sent it meaning I had to wait half an hour in random place too.

Then I met BorisG from the board and took him on a 'random nature trail' around Horwich Parkway (where the ground is) as I was lost, and we asked a really nice girl where the pub was and she told us. After two sets of car park attendants and Retro told us contrasting bloody directions!

Got to pub, drank, sedate got to ground and nabbed a pie. Cheese and onion, yummy! Which I then preceded to drop on the concourse. So being  a wolf I just picked it up and ate it. The bloke next to me laughed at my pissedness. He wasn't to be seen in the second half, they'd all buggered off.

Half time in a match that was so tedious I'd rather have pulled me clawnails out and I was hungry so I got ANOTHER PIE!! Fat bastard or what. Then I saw Ms Curly and gave her a really long wolf hug that was in her words ' the best hugs she had ever had'. Then she said I was very wolflike eating my pie (hey I didn't want to get greasy paws did i?!) and then we went and watched the second half which was almost as dull as the first. Yakubu spooned a shot he should have scored, we got a convenient point and we all went back to the pub.

Admist my conversation I remembered the Observer newspaper were phoning me for a tactical analysis of the match by random pissed bloke. It turned into a 10 minute discussion on Pogotetz looking good and the repetition of the same points again and again. Poor sod was probably well sick of me.

Then we went home after more drinking, ran after a train, losing BorisG in the process then losing jfh at Man Pic station. Either that or they just left me coz I was an embarrassment. Poor wolfie.

Fell asleep on the train, woke up sick in the middle of the night and was ill most of Sunday.

Surely now I've convinced you guys to come!!

Sheffield in a week. God...