I have two both attached to the semi. First one was the day before we went for dinner at my better halfs workmates who’s husband is a right prick and as tight as gnats chuff. When he found out I was going he blabbed on about wasting money when it was on telly going on and on and got right on my threepenny bits. Couldn’t really twat him one, anyway next day, a Sunday, off to Sheffield and we all know the result. Some will remember that the game wasn’t shown live but an hour behind something to do with the Lords Day observance act bull shit, the laws changed since. Walking to the car passed a telephone box and couldn’t resist phoning him , his young daughter answered and I told her to tell daddy the final score. Apparently he was well pissed off and trying to find out who spoilt his day.
The second on the way back from Sheffield we got to the Coventry end of the M6 and cars were starting to jam back from the Walsgrave turning, the police sent us left down the M6 towards junction one, then back up the M6 to relieve the queues so we had cars, coaches and vans dozens of them and people with their heads out the sunroofs or windows cheering and shouting going down the motorway towards Rugby and back up towards Cov, alongside our car was a car with 4 nuns in looking puzzled, nervous and a bit alarmed. With a van load of nutters the other side cheering, mooning and showing other bits and pieces, poor devils must have been in confession for a month afterwards.
